woman in black

holy crap, the play i went to see last night was SCARY! it's called "woman in black" and it's about, what else, but a woman in black. i don't want to give too much away other than the woman in black is a ghost; her ghastly white face kept popping up on stage, making people scream, and there's this one scene where she's rocking in a rocking chair that freaks the poo poo out of you. there were about thirteen of us at the play, and afterwards we went to the pub for a drink or two to calm our nerves.

scary films/plays/books stay in my mind for a while. my imagination always gets the better of me, so when i went to sleep last night i kept thinking of her ghostly pale face and of her rocking in the chair. i know i shouldn't think of it obviously, but it's like my mind can't escape it, like i want to scare myself. a good analogy would be a roller coaster ride; it scares the heck out of people but they keep going back for more. that's like my mind and scary movies.

when i have nightmares they are pretty bad. bad in the gory sense of bad. i have this one recurring dream (once every five years or so) of a double murder...i won't go into the specifics but it's pretty damn frightening! it's kind of sick what your mind is capable of imagining. take the creators of "saw" and "saw two" - now THAT is twisted.

i didn't look in the creek today to see if the skull was still there...

CET