I never have nightmares about Horror movies after watching them.
Before watching them, sure. I had three bad dreams about Freddy Kruger before watching Nightmare on Elm Street. Afterwards? Not so much.
Closest I’ve come is a month or so ago. I dreamed I was swimming in a lake when I noticed Jason Voorhees standing on the shore near by. At that very moment I thought to myself to myself thought I “This is going to be a nightmare,” and immediately changed dreams. The next one still had Voorhees in it, but there he was my big buddy. Who I had to keep distracted before he started killing people. But still. Big buddy. No nightmare.
Outside of that, nothing. Not a single bad dream fashioned from phantasmal cloth other than my own.
My brain seems determined to “treat” me to Attack on Titan nightmares.
For those not in the know, Attack on Titan is a Fantasy anime series set in a world where Humanity is on its last legs. Monstrous, almost indestructible titans roam the world eating people, and only massive walls keep the things at bay. Or, at least they did, until a new titan, bigger than the walls, comes and wrecks things.
This sounds plenty grim, doesn’t it? Well let me tell you, it’s positively cheerful compared to the series itself. My God, do they go to dark places. And just when you think things couldn’t be any worse, they spring something nasty on you that you never even considered.
I don’t want to dream about it.
Last night marked the third time it’s happened since watching the series.
First dream wasn’t that bad, in retrospect. The Titans (all of my own creations, by the way) were in the distance and closing, which was bad yet manageable. Each time since, though, they’ve gotten a little closer. A little closer. No matter how fast I run in the dream, their smiling faces with teeth to big for their mouths are always a little closer.
It’s really rather unsettling.
It would be okay if I could switch it off like I did with the Voorhees dream. Only I don’t know how I did that.
The thing that worries me the most, though, isn’t the Titans. Bad as they are.
What worries me is Harv. My own personal Boogeyman. The Big Cheese of nightmares, the guy Kruger could only wish he could be.
It’s pushing a decade since he last came a’calling, which means I’m due for a visit any time now. My fear is that he’s going to take the Titan dreams as a challenge and try to up his game.
As a rule, Harv dreams consist of him coming out from beneath whatever bed I’m sleeping on and killing me in delightful ways. One time he came out and slit my throat. Another time he flipped the whole mattress over on top of me and tried to smother me with it.
You’d think this wasn’t so bad compared to running through city streets from Titans. Thing is, these dreams do more than see real. They seem more real than reality. And always in a familiar setting, always in the room I just laid down in.
While that might seem rather limited in a creative sense, Harv can and will make up for it in other ways. One nightmare had me waking from the previous one only for Harv to come out from the bed and kill me again. It happened so often that at one point I went out to my living room to beg whoever was there to wake me up. This didn’t help at all, as Harv then came out from under my bed and killed me again.
Not helping matters is that, maybe six month ago I dreamed I was laying in my bed trying to fall asleep. Suddenly I felt Something Bad coming and, like the Voorhees dream, I said “No thanks” and changed dreams.
Now I don’t know if that Something Bad was Harv or not. Personally, I’m hoping it’s just coincidence that it was the same sort of dream as when Harv comes. Cause if it wasn’t then take all my earlier concerns and multiply them by ten. I don’t irritate Harv often, and those rare occasions have not been happy one. Thwarting him might make him a little… displeased.
Man, between the Titans and Harv I am not looking forward to sleep tonight…