I go to bed at night thinking 'Okay subconscious - time to entertain me!' And it usually does a pretty good job -my favourite dreams involve the following:
- Getting to see movie sequels that have yet to be made (spoiler alert: in Terminator XII there will be a lot of running and shooting)
- Swimming up north in a beautiful lake
- Dreams where I'm Magneto and it's the Zombie-pocalypse
Other times my subconscious gets a bit lazy in what it comes up with:
- I have to go back to high school for no apparent reason
- I'm back in University, it's halfway through the semester and I still haven't gone to any classes
- I've sold my house to move into an apartment I don't like
Recently my subconscious got pretty creative. It all started when I read an article last week about Jimmy Carter, whose work in poorer countries has reduced the number of Guinea worm infections from 3.5 million (1986) to eleven (2014); that's not a typo - eleven, total, this year. The Guinea worm, once it infects a person, grows inside of them to a total of 3 feet in length, and then it attempts to rupture it's way out. Apparently it's as pleasant an experience as it sounds. Carter's work in nearly eradicating this parasite is commendable, though to be fair, it's just one of many species that's learned the hard way what happens when you fuck with Jimmy Carter.
Anyways - that's just the first thing my subconscious drew inspiration from. The next was an article a friend sent me, showing these beautiful caterpillars and what they metamorphose(?) into; also obviously the inspirations for the image in this post.
Then finally, Saturday I had a massage; my massage therapist is fantastic but she kills my muscles sometimes. It's needed and does me good in the long run, but after Saturday's appointment my forearms were more than a little bit on fire. It was this third and final part my subconscious needed to show me something new.
Saturday night's dream: insects had infected my forearms (they even hurt inside my dream) and now a couple of foot-long caterpillars were attempting to burrow their way out of me. They looked very much like the painting above.
And then I woke up. [boom! Tommy Lee Jones, No Country for Old Men]
Hope that's not all too 'Silence of the Lambs' for anyone. Or too 'No Country for Old Men.'