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Oct. 9th, 2008 09:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
korafoxThank you, Mr. Stephen King, for making me a complete paranoid whacko. To start with, I am now hyper-sensitive to numbers--the hotel room number adding to nineteen was a nice touch--and the only thing I can't decide is whether seventeen or nineteen is the one to watch out for. In my personal life, I think, seventeen. All you people who know what I'm talking about, know what I'm talking about.
Okay, but it gets worse. Let's say you're reading a novel like Duma Key--the one I just finished--wherein many of the characters have a gifts that boil down to, in the end, one form of clairsentience or another.
*MAJOR SPOILERS WILL COMMENCE NOW*
Then let's say you go to bed, all innocent-like, and have this dream about something utterly evil in a well. A well that's been covered up, and everyone's afraid of whatever lives inside in but they don't know exactly what it is. And you undertake to go down into the well to vanquish the evil thing, using every bit of courage available to you because its aura is that palpably malevolent. (note to those who know how freaked out the Ring made me: this didn't have the same feeling, and I've had enough dreams with the evil little girl in them to know the difference by now.)
Hey, then let's say a few days later you get to the end of the book with clairsentient characters you're reading and guess what? Turns out the evil lady (whom I couldn't help but refer to in my head as the Crimson Queen, by the way) is, of all places, in a boarded-over well! Ha-ha!
END SPOILERS
So in conclusion, I am a nutjob and sincerely hope that this trend does not continue. My dreams are a freaky place where angels fear to tread (except that one time I dreamt I was Aziraphale, but even that was pretty messed up), and they really really shouldn't be reflecting the real world. Or vice-versa. Or both. It probably amounts to the same thing whichever way you look at it, anyway.
Okay, but it gets worse. Let's say you're reading a novel like Duma Key--the one I just finished--wherein many of the characters have a gifts that boil down to, in the end, one form of clairsentience or another.
*MAJOR SPOILERS WILL COMMENCE NOW*
Then let's say you go to bed, all innocent-like, and have this dream about something utterly evil in a well. A well that's been covered up, and everyone's afraid of whatever lives inside in but they don't know exactly what it is. And you undertake to go down into the well to vanquish the evil thing, using every bit of courage available to you because its aura is that palpably malevolent. (note to those who know how freaked out the Ring made me: this didn't have the same feeling, and I've had enough dreams with the evil little girl in them to know the difference by now.)
Hey, then let's say a few days later you get to the end of the book with clairsentient characters you're reading and guess what? Turns out the evil lady (whom I couldn't help but refer to in my head as the Crimson Queen, by the way) is, of all places, in a boarded-over well! Ha-ha!
END SPOILERS
So in conclusion, I am a nutjob and sincerely hope that this trend does not continue. My dreams are a freaky place where angels fear to tread (except that one time I dreamt I was Aziraphale, but even that was pretty messed up), and they really really shouldn't be reflecting the real world. Or vice-versa. Or both. It probably amounts to the same thing whichever way you look at it, anyway.
