I am just a posting fiend! Actually I think it has to do with my loads of free time this week. Until school starts next week I’ve got naught to entertain me but myself and my toys. Wait…that sounds dirty. Wait…it is.

Anyway, I thought I would take this opportunity to share with you my dream last night. In fact, it is a reoccurring dream/nightmare that has been going on for some time now. I don’t remember the first time it happened, but I do know that how scared I am seems to vary with each individual dream. What is this dream you ask? What happens over and over again that could possibly stay locked in my psyche?

I’m being chased by Godzilla.

Now, you laugh. And perhaps you should. Goodness knows even I sometimes have a hard time keeping a straight face in said dream, but generally I’m so worried about staying alive that it isn’t too much of a problem. Last night’s dream is noteworthy specifically because I was trying to keep everyone around me alive and while I managed to save a room full of people one woman, who seemed strangely evangelical, refused to duck down and shut off the lights. Godzilla dutifully broke out the window and nailed her with a radiation blast that caused her head to explode all over the rest of us. Feel free to deconstruct that one.

The other thing about these dreams is that I’m always around the same two buildings, both skyscrapers and both office/apartment buildings. And for some reason at some point in the dream I have to leave the safety of one building to run to the other one. Usually that is when Godzilla starts coming towards the building and perhaps, to eat me. Unlike my snake dreams, though (which I hope to never relate and never have another one) Godzilla is not out to specifically kill me--instead, he is just walking around town destroying stuff being, you know, Godzilla. I know that if I die it is because I couldn’t get out of the way, not because the monster is evil. That makes it an odd combination of more terrifying and less terrifying all at once--if such a duality could exist. Perhaps I should say that the types of terror in the dream are more varied in sensation and intensity than any other nightmarish experience I’ve had.

I don’t know what prompts these strange dreams. While I am a Godzilla aficionado I haven’t watched any monster movies in quite awhile. I don’t generally have scary dreams at all. But, for whatever reason, I am on occasion chased by Godzilla. So long as it’s not Mothra I figure I’ll be okay. After all, nobody can escape the evil clutches of Mothrrrrrra.

Yes, that was sarcasm. Yes, I am aware it doesn’t translate well in type. That’s why I told you.