Just returned from the Wastelands of Sleep. Very weird dream about women with wings and guns laying waste to things - a bit like Terminator but with more of a plot. Not the sort of thing to air in public too much because I don't want to be on the receiving end of a barrage of neo-freudian piffle from amateur psychoanalysts (of the type that put the anal into analysis). But suffice to say I'm feeling even more disturbed than usual - if that's possible.
So what exactly is it about certain images that gives them this power. Is it, as most of the psychoanalysis brigade would have it, a trigger for repressed subconcious anxieties about sex? Well I certainly hope not because there are upper limits to what constitutes a fetish, well in my book anyway, and I'm not really sure what wings and an AK47 might be symbolic of, nor do I really want to know. Note that this is not an invitation for suggestions thank you very much.
More likely is some of the cognitive stuff to do with memory, with the image acting as a cue for the recall of something that has been shut away in a dark festering corner, brewing more malevolence with every passing day, Somehow I suspect that it's probably to do with a film that was the background to something else that did not fill me with deep joy.
Oh for the dream about the ticking bomb...at least I could rationalise that one...at least I think I could.
Birthday getting nearer - can I hear things being wrapped with the urgency that they deserve? Hint Hint.
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