Yes, I know, I “vowed” to take a break from posting or even reading, but my nocturnal adventure last night is most certainly worthy of writing about!
As most people know, I am a huge fan of the tv show Heroes. I have been since finally catching it near the end of it’s first season. And, very recently, I had my very own, personal marathon when my brother handed over his set of dvd’s with all the episodes I hadn’t yet seen. The kid has even become a fan; demanding that Heroes be put on at least five times a day. In her defense, though, it would seem that she has a thing for Mohinder, and ya gotta give her credit for having good taste! Dude is more than a little hot. She also really loves Hiro, and really ~ who doesn’t??
But, for reasons unknown to me, I had one of my “weird” nights last night. One of those nights where my sleep was very light and it really felt like I’d only get barely to sleep before being woken by some phantom-whatever. Though, somewhere in the middle of the night, I had what I guess I should call a bad dream. When I explained it to my brother before he left for work this morning, I called it a nightmare. But really, it was only creepy ~ not scary really.
Anyway, I borrowed from my real life events and had myself with a group of refugees, all housed together under one roof as it was after the hurricane. The situation wasn’t exactly the same, though there were elements of the last shelter we were in ~ the wooded area outside, for instance and how this location was not the first. And, also unlike my real life encounter, our group had no kids (not even my own) and we were a more diverse mix.
Well, what I recall isn’t too much, but it was all about Sylar. For those of you unfortunate souls who have not watched the tv series, Sylar is the bad guy. The psycho-serial-killer who cuts off the tops of heads in order to steal the powers of the other gifted people in the show. In my dream he was there and cutting off the whole heads of us survivors. And, ya, in true ME form, I’m pretty sure I was “dating” him!
The two moments I really remember were watching a conversation of sorts between Sylar and two others in the room they were all sharing. It was set up like a shelter with bunk beds crowded into the too small room ~ approximately 3 ~ and they were each sitting on their bunks talking since it was after dark (a common occurrence in that type of situation). Well, the others in the room became unnerved when it was realized that Sylar had a white laundry bag of severed heads near him. His defense was pretty much “Hey, so there’s a bag of heads by me. It doesn’t mean they’re MY heads!”
So, fast forward to me and another woman outside, looking in through a window in the back door. Call me crazy, but I swear it was Pussy Willow! Anyway, for whatever reason, she’d not been with our group when Sylar became part of it. So, she had no idea he’d been killing us off and I was warning her. And, as we stood outside quietly discussing it, he turned and spotted us. Trying to act “cool”, he smiled, oh-so-charmingly and waved. Trying not to let on that I knew what he was doing, I meekly smiled and waved back. Yep, that sealed it. I was sleeping with him. Something noteworthy here is how, in the middle of the fear of him, the death, blood and mutilation, I still cracked wise! I actually stood there, amidst the madness and whined to her “Why, why, WHY do I find the crazy one sexy???”
Now, the act of seeming normal probably wouldn’t have been so ridiculous had it not been for all the blood streaking his face and once he turned away, I grabbed dream PW by the arm and led her away from the house. As we walked, it became more and more obvious to me that I’d just signed our death warrant by not going inside the house. That’s where things got scary. That’s when I thankfully woke myself up by realizing I was dreaming. It’s a nifty little trick I picked up a few years ago ~ being able to change a nightmare into a lucid dream and waking myself up before the REALLY scary stuff happens.
After I was awake, I came very close to writing this all then. My thinking was that I should get it all down before it was forgotten. Ya, like I’m gonna forget that! And, even though it makes sense to me on the surface, I still don’t get what the dream was all about. Now, when I say that it “makes sense on the surface”, I’m referring to my very real crush on the actor who plays Sylar ~ Zach Quinto. Physically, he’d be exactly, 100 % my type if only he had a few more pounds on him. Ya, I’m not a fan of skinny. But, you couple his looks with his, really, immense talent as an actor, and I’m even more fascinated by him. Actually, once I did finally begin watching the show, Sylar very quickly became my favorite character. No, not for the blood and violence or even because he’s cute. But, because Zach so thoroughly sells the character and creates such a creepy atmosphere from the slightest gesture or tone, that I cannot take my eyes off him. *snicker* I should be his agent, right? But, I’m telling ya ~ remember his name and keep an eye open ~ dude is going to be huge! Hell, after telling my brother about it, he suggested that I email Zach and tell him about the dream! Er, um ~ not doing that.
So, anyway, that’s it. I had a bad dream that managed to be silly and scary and even while I was having it! I’m sure I’ll spend the rest of the morning thinking about it and trying to find meaning. But, for now, the kid tells me that she’s starving to death ~ to DEATH, mind you. So, I’ll leave it with ya’ll for now. Maybe you’ll have the mystery solved before her breakfast is even finished. Or, maybe someone out there will take pity on this poor sex-deprived, soul and hook me up with Zach.
*startle* Oh sorry, I fell back asleep...........
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