The Game
G had a weird dream. I'd try to call it a nightmare, but that's just too sissy.
Picture a Q. Tarent!no-style movie set as a reality-show game.
One of the underlying questions G had during the dream was "What are we playing for?".
In it were people of all walks of life: rich, poor, educated, not so educated, women, men, middle-class, executives, service workers, people from a variety of backgrounds and ethnicities.
People began to turn on each other. This was a "society" with "rules", and if you did something wrong, you were punished. If you were told to or made to kill someone, you in turn were also punished. There was guilt. If you weren't punished for whatever reason, the grief you felt over breaking "the rules" pushed you to suicide. The master of this game was some guy that G described as a "long-haired, well-to-do, European dude"; sort of like Gary 0ldman as (the young-looking) Dracula wooing Mina/Elisabeta. The underlying assumption was that this was the devil. So anyway, they had been handed cards at the beginning. By this point in the dream, many people had suffered physically or emotionally, and the master decided to eliminate some of the players himself. "Anyone with an Ace has to go". G looked at his card, and saw it was a King, so he felt relieved; yet somehow he still had to go. What is the point of this game? Where do we go? To quote Hotel California - "You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave"....
ANYWAY - the darling hubster wakes me up at 4 a.m. to discuss this dream, and what follows is two hours of mind-numbing conversation about religion and politics. We're still having it now, except I'm not really listening. Oh, he thinks I am, by my convincing "Mmmhmm"s and "Wow, I never thought of it that way, tell me more"s. If I can fake an O, I can feign interest in this, too. Just let me sleep, man. Oy.
Picture a Q. Tarent!no-style movie set as a reality-show game.
One of the underlying questions G had during the dream was "What are we playing for?".
In it were people of all walks of life: rich, poor, educated, not so educated, women, men, middle-class, executives, service workers, people from a variety of backgrounds and ethnicities.
People began to turn on each other. This was a "society" with "rules", and if you did something wrong, you were punished. If you were told to or made to kill someone, you in turn were also punished. There was guilt. If you weren't punished for whatever reason, the grief you felt over breaking "the rules" pushed you to suicide. The master of this game was some guy that G described as a "long-haired, well-to-do, European dude"; sort of like Gary 0ldman as (the young-looking) Dracula wooing Mina/Elisabeta. The underlying assumption was that this was the devil. So anyway, they had been handed cards at the beginning. By this point in the dream, many people had suffered physically or emotionally, and the master decided to eliminate some of the players himself. "Anyone with an Ace has to go". G looked at his card, and saw it was a King, so he felt relieved; yet somehow he still had to go. What is the point of this game? Where do we go? To quote Hotel California - "You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave"....
ANYWAY - the darling hubster wakes me up at 4 a.m. to discuss this dream, and what follows is two hours of mind-numbing conversation about religion and politics. We're still having it now, except I'm not really listening. Oh, he thinks I am, by my convincing "Mmmhmm"s and "Wow, I never thought of it that way, tell me more"s. If I can fake an O, I can feign interest in this, too. Just let me sleep, man. Oy.
posted by Julie at 5:45 AM
3 Comments:
You are a sport for indulging him in such heavy debate in the wee hours of the morning. Sounds like it could have been a fascinating conversation, if you'd been more awake to fully participate, of course!
ouch, 4am?
that does seem like a freaky dream though.
Stop being a damn tease. Go get FRED and pee already!
Do I have to come over and hold it for you, too?!
There...dream about THAT!
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