March 9, 2004

• Well finally… I have some time to post again. Yeesh, weekends suck. Thanks to Anam’s post about her dream, I remembered what I wanted to post the other day while Xanga was taking it’s little break. Yup, it was a dream.

  
  

  I wonder how many of you are familiar with the Hellraiser series of movies? I have a thing for cerebral horror movies. I don’t care for Friday the Thirteenth or Nightmare on Elm Street. I mean what have they got going for them besides teenage sex and gore. Blah. No plot… though Nightmare on Elm Street put up a good pretense as the series evolved. I am a huge Vincent Price/Edgar Allen Poe movie adaptation fan, and also of Lovecraft adaptations, though I’d only recommend a few as being semi-well done – Herbert West Re-Animator and Necronomicon (which is more “Lovecraftian” than a true adaptation). And of course, the Evil Dead movies! Yay for funny horror. Wheee!

  
  

  But in any event, I’ve seen up to the fifth Hellraiser movie. I understand there’s a sixth one, but I’ve been unable to find it. There’s also a seventh and eighth movie in production. Number five -Inferno- was pretty awful, and not in a good way. But I understand Clive Barker, originator of the series, didn’t particularly care for the fifth movie either. He did however like the sixth, or so I’ve read.

  
  

  So in this dream (that I have taken a great deal of time getting to in my loquacious ramble), I had actually managed to purchase my DVD player. Something you all know did not occur in reality. lol So my mother, and I were at a mall that was having a “sidewalk sale” wherein the stores basically push carts of discounted and defective crappola into the wide halls outside their storefronts and let people paw through stuff that they’ll probably pitch in the dumpster once the sale is over.

  
  

  We were outside a video store which had books and videos on a rolling cart when lo and behold I saw the much sought after sixth Hellraiser movie among other Hellraiser books and movies. Whoopie! Well, obviously I was very excited…. until the cenobites started showing up and I was running through the mall to get away from them. lol Hey, I may like to watch the Hellraiser movies, but under no circumstances would I like to join its unholy cast of nightmares.

  
  

  So I was running down an up escalator and then through a department store. No one seemed to notice the Cenobites but me, even though they were snatching people and either killing or converting them into cenobites. I hid in a long rack of clothes from two cenobites that must have been trekkie nerds before their transformation (yeah, like I’m not heh) because they were walking about with little tricorders and tracking my movements with Spock-like efficiency as I scurried through the jungle of hanging clothes.

  
  

  Apparently the cenobites were searching for me specifically and wouldn’t go back until they found me. Even though I didn’t even get to solve a puzzle box or anything. I guess just the search for the sixth movie was enough of a puzzle to summon them lol.

  
  

  This middle aged black guy hauled me out of the clothes and then dragged me through a couple stores as we ran from the cenobites. It turned out he could see them too, but in his case, it was because he was half-way turned into one and was trying to prevent them from getting me. He didn’t say why they wanted me, and I guess I didn’t ask. But he lifted up his shirt and showed me he’d already been gutted. Ewwwww.

  
  

  And the dream ended with me hiding out in a cardboard box. Well, guess I should be happy the cenobites didn’t get me.

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