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New DW trailer, ZOMBIES, dreamscapes
Dec. 22nd, 2007 01:26 amYay! Trailer for the Doctor Who Christmas Special
Two nights ago I was describing to my dad a dream I'd had last year where I was trapped in a motel room with The Doctor and another person, and we couldn't leave because the outside world had succumbed to 28 Days Later-style zombies. Every once in a while packs of the zombies would stampede down the street and tear things apart and eat people. In particular, our door was being harrassed by a pack of zombie-dogs. We were all generally terrified, and the Doctor (Nine) didn't have his sonic screwdriver, and had pretty much given up on the idea of us escaping our eventual zombie fate, which was bound to happen as soon as they heard us talking and realized we were hiding behind a pretty weak motel room door.
I tried to impress upon my dad the frustration of being trapped in a life-or-death situation with the Doctor, of all fictional characters, and having him helpless. It was horrible! Almost as bad as knowing our flesh was going to be ripped apart. I mean, here my brain had conjured this horrifically vivid scenario, then my subconscious had responded with the guy who is sure to get us out safely... except in my nightmare he was just as helpless as I was and man, was that a downer realization. I don't think my father quite appreciated the level of frustration I tried to convey-- I'm not sure he realized I was that much of a DW fan---fan enough to care about the fact that in my dream The Doctor couldn't save us.
This was all prompted by a dream I'd had the night before about me being chased around a town by zombies, this time pulled from Grindhouse: Planet Terror. That makes this my second, possibly third visceral zombie nightmare in the last four or five years. I've had horrific nightmares before that about other stuff--my imagination likes to really out and out scare me in my sleep a couple times a year, probably the flouride in the water-- but two times denotes the beginning of a pattern. I'm not sure why they're so frightening to me when I'm dreaming about them. I can watch zombie movies, not blink an eye, and two minutes after I walk out of the theater be thinking about marshmellows and ATLA or something. Zombie movies aren't scary to me. So why do they show up in my occasional but semi-regular nightmares?
Two nights ago I was describing to my dad a dream I'd had last year where I was trapped in a motel room with The Doctor and another person, and we couldn't leave because the outside world had succumbed to 28 Days Later-style zombies. Every once in a while packs of the zombies would stampede down the street and tear things apart and eat people. In particular, our door was being harrassed by a pack of zombie-dogs. We were all generally terrified, and the Doctor (Nine) didn't have his sonic screwdriver, and had pretty much given up on the idea of us escaping our eventual zombie fate, which was bound to happen as soon as they heard us talking and realized we were hiding behind a pretty weak motel room door.
I tried to impress upon my dad the frustration of being trapped in a life-or-death situation with the Doctor, of all fictional characters, and having him helpless. It was horrible! Almost as bad as knowing our flesh was going to be ripped apart. I mean, here my brain had conjured this horrifically vivid scenario, then my subconscious had responded with the guy who is sure to get us out safely... except in my nightmare he was just as helpless as I was and man, was that a downer realization. I don't think my father quite appreciated the level of frustration I tried to convey-- I'm not sure he realized I was that much of a DW fan---fan enough to care about the fact that in my dream The Doctor couldn't save us.
This was all prompted by a dream I'd had the night before about me being chased around a town by zombies, this time pulled from Grindhouse: Planet Terror. That makes this my second, possibly third visceral zombie nightmare in the last four or five years. I've had horrific nightmares before that about other stuff--my imagination likes to really out and out scare me in my sleep a couple times a year, probably the flouride in the water-- but two times denotes the beginning of a pattern. I'm not sure why they're so frightening to me when I'm dreaming about them. I can watch zombie movies, not blink an eye, and two minutes after I walk out of the theater be thinking about marshmellows and ATLA or something. Zombie movies aren't scary to me. So why do they show up in my occasional but semi-regular nightmares?
