I had this really weird bloody comic book dream last night. Couldn’t get myself out of bed to write it down, so much of it is lost this morning. In this dream I had ‘blood lust’–I was fighting neo-Nazis in a locker room. I was punching two of them at once, and they’d punch me but it didn’t seem to have any impact on me, and the scenes in the dream kept escalating, skipping ahead showing progressively destructive results of my punching these Nazis until in the last scene I was holding two half corpses in my hands, bloody intestines hanging out, arms and legs hacked off, and I opened a hatch and threw the corpses on top of some neo-Nazis who were like, waiting in a queue to fight me. I was disturbed by my violence in this dream, and it’s particularly weird because I’d talked to a couple people about the violence in Quentin Tarantino’s latest movie and how I was disturbed by it even though it was against Nazis. But lately I’d turned in my mind and decided that the movie was just a comic book depiction of blood lust for vengeance…
Lady
I still haven’t seen the movie – almost did one night, but asked Geri to decide between two and she ended up going for the other – now I don’t even remember which movie we watched.