Oh, the horror

 

I love a good nightmare, but I have so few of them it seems. I had a good ol' fashioned Phantasm style creep show going on last night. 

I don't even know the nature of what it was that was pursuing me, only that it was something that was seemingly inescapable once it locked onto you. It appeared to be a horseshoe like device that was suspended in mid-air and traveled faster than you could ever hope to run. 

It was spinning like a thrown boomerang and could change direction, but it did suffer from a kind of slow response time in getting turned from one angle of attack to another. So your only hope was to duck down when it got to you and let it pass over you while you ran quickly in the opposite direction. This would only buy you a small amount of time, though, because once it reoriented and re-targeted you, the distance would be halved, incrementally, until it finally got you.

I have no idea what would happen to you once you were "gotten" by it, but it was understood that you wanted to avoid that at all costs. Something akin to the soul-stealing, life-draining ball in the Phantasm movies, where it latches onto your forehead, drills into your skull and starts pumping your bodily fluids and life essence out in a graphic, gory display. Then, presumably, you'd become its un-dead zombie slave for all eternity, so the stakes were pretty high. 

It was creepy, but at the same time, invigorating, having such a dream, with the fear-based motivation to flee activated at the primal level.

My friend Martin is staying here for the a couple of days, and we've just been hanging out and catching up on basic old-timey friend stuff. Going out to eat, having a beer and shooting tin cans off my front porch. 

I even corrupted him by getting him to smoke pot for the first time in his life. I figured that if he hadn't tried it at this point in his life, he probably had a moral or other ethical reason for eshewing it for all these years. Turns out, he just didn't really have the opportunity and "didn't know how." 

So I obliged him, giving him the proper instructions on how to light it and inhale. We watched a bunch of hippie music Youtube videos after that, and it appeared to not affect him too badly, other than making him very zoned in on watching them intently.

I went to bed early, having tired myself out with the one beer earlier. But once in bed I got a message from Lesa, and we chatted until after 2. So I'm now in a tired-eyed state, but I have a fulfilled, well-rounded sense of accomplishment.