May 15, 2004

• Hmmm, I like the new format for the blogrings, but has anyone noticed they wiped out the descriptions? I had to rewrite the description for my ‘ring -Responsible Magick- and I just don’t think it’s as good as the old one, or rather I think it’s maybe a bit pompous. I don’t know. I always worry I sound pompous when I try to promote something, especially myself or something I’ve done. But I honestly don’t remember what the old description was! Wahhhh!

  
  

  We put the air-conditioners in the windows the other day. Everyone knows I hate summer right? Well, now you do. I hate it, seriously. Allergies aside, it’s too hot! I live in Pennsylvania, and it’s too hot. I don’t even want to know how people survive south of me, in Virginia or Texas, or gods forbid, the equator. Someday (maybe someday soon if Bush is re-elected) I am moving to Canada. You know, you can always put more clothes on, but there’s only so much you can take off. lol

  
  

  I finally saw Hellraiser 6 “Hell-seeker” last night. I had to wait until everyone went to bed (since I’m the only horror fanatic in the house), so I was up till 1 AM watching it. And I had a dream, but I’ll get into it after I talk about the movie. lol

  
  

  I saw #5 “Inferno” some time ago. Both #5 and #6 were direct to video, which is why I’m sure a lot of people don’t even know they exist. So far as I know, #7 is due out this year, and #8 may be out next year. What can I say? I’ve always been a horror fan. I’ve been watching Vincent Price since I was practically pre-verbal. lol Now there was a genius of horror. Not too many Shakespearean trained actors running around today doing horror movies, more’s the pity.

  
  

  Let me just say, unless you’re a die-hard fan… skip Hellraiser #5. It’s pretty awful. I had read even Clive Barker didn’t care for #5, but he did like #6. Though it leapt around a lot, #6 really tied things up at the end. Plus, it brought back Kirsty, though not as the main character. Despite the gratuitous nudity and pseudo-sex -which I find boring though I’m sure other “normal” folks might find entertaining- it was a well-told story. Well, it’s hard to get away from that stuff anyway… since this is a Hellraiser movie we’re talking about.

  
  

  Without spoiling it, I had figured out the main plot twists by the middle of the movie, but there were still a few surprises for me toward the very end that explained some of the more confusing idiosyncrasies of the plot, mainly some of the hallucinations and characters. I was dead-on about Kirsty’s role and found the source of the main character’s headaches and other phenomena more than a little amusing. Before the end of the movie I was surprised he hadn’t figured things out for himself. I swear I sit through a movie ultimately wondering why the character is so dumb he or she can’t see what’s staring them right in the face, but then I suppose if it was happening to me, I’d be in denial too.

  
  

  So I went to bed around 1 AM. Obviously the dream I had was directly related to the movie. How could it not be? No gratuitous sex though. Those who know me well are already aware that’s “not my thing.” heh

  
  

  Now if you’ve read the Hellraiser comic books (which I have), you’ll be aware that the cenobites don’t always kill people who wander into their domain. Nope, sometimes they adjust them and send them back so their kids will be… weird. So in my dream, a woman got “adjusted” (though they erased that memory) after playing with a puzzle box and trading in her husband to save her own hide. Nine months later she had a baby that didn’t cry and didn’t speak till it was four and then in whole sentences. Really she was at her wits end by the time the child was twelve, and had hated it ever since it was born (probably from guilt as well as nerves), even though the little girl never got into any trouble and had great grades in school. The problem was the kid didn’t react to anything emotionally. Very analytical, this kid.

  
  

  So the mom was freaking out on the little girl once again- a fairly common occurrence- and the little girl was having none of it. She was pretty much tired of her mother’s tirades and told her so and asked what more she could do and if her mom thought she was a freak, then why was she a freak? And why would her mother never give her any answers when she asked? Not that the little girl knew about the box. She was pretty used to being a freak and really didn’t think she was very abnormal, just withdrawn and overly empathic. And who could blame her with the kind of emotional abuse she was going through on a daily basis. Soooo annnnnywaaaaaaaay… lol

  
  

  The mother slapped her daughter pretty hard and told her to go to her room, and that she would not be fed that night (also a common occurrence in the dream). So while the little girl was sleeping, her mom took the puzzle box out of wherever she’d been keeping it and put it just inside the door with a note that said, “Go find your own answers.”

  
  

  (This is a Very long dream! lol)

  
  

  So the little girl took one look at the box and decided it would be a very bad thing to play with. But on the other hand, she took her mother’s words at face value and decided to leave home (at twelve years old heh) and find her own answers. She dumped all her schoolbooks from her Winnie the Pooh backpack, wrapped up the box in the note, and stuck it in the bottom with a couple changes of clothes on top.

  
  

  She went off wondering through the city and ended up in an alley with this gang that decided they were going to have a little fun. They had her surrounded, with her back against the wall, and she just goes nuts. In addition to being able to feel other people’s emotions (in place of her own it would seem), she was also super strong… something she was not aware of until that point. Do you want details? I’m not sure if I should go that in-depth. I don’t want to gross people out. Can you picture a cute little 12-year old girl with a Winnie the Pooh backpack taking on five guys with her bare hands and killing every single one of them? I will say the first guy lost his eyes, and it got steadily more picturesque from there on out. (Man, who can I contact about making a Hellraiser #9!)

  
  

  As is the norm in most of my dreams, the city was very maze-ish with houses in places houses should not be, namely in the middle of a street and blocking all thru-traffic. In order to continue down a street, the girl had to go through a house. In the house was a man and his teenaged daughter. The man was really a piece of work, very jealous of any friends the girl might have or any time she might spend out of doors. He beat her up a lot and tried to control everything she did, to the extent he basically had her in a basement cell with a camera on the wall. The cell was about a foot lower than the door and you had one big step down when you came in. It had white walls, a bed and a TV. Her clothes were outside the cell where he would choose what she was to wear everyday, etc. Very controlling.

  
  

  For some reason, the daughter brought home some friends and was showing them her room, even though she knew it was not permitted. The father came home, flipped out, and started beating the crap out of his daughter. Enter the twelve-year old girl. She broke up the fight, but the father was still freaking out. He told everyone to get out or they’re going to be sorry. Then he went into another basement room and got a gun. The teenager and her friends were more than a little stunned by all this, but the little girl followed the guy and watched him loading his gun, then watched him go back to his daughter’s room, waving the gun and demanding to know where the little girl had gone.

  
  

  When all the teens pointed, he went storming back the way he had come and once more walked past the girl. Apparently, she had master the art of “I’m not here, you don’t see me” while avoiding bullies when she was still going to school. This time, she walked really quickly around him and stood around the corner where he had got the gun. He then rounded the corner, saw her and raised the gun. But she said, “I don’t think you want to do that. I can see why you try to control everything around you, especially your daughter, because you can’t even control yourself.” She gave him this “look” and slowly his arm bent until he was pointing the gun at his own head. Then he shot himself with his daughter and her friends watching. They had followed him back to the room and seen everything.

  
  

  (End’s coming! I promise… almost there! lol)

  
  

  Everyone was kind of in shock, and the daughter was afraid she’d be put in foster care which she expected would be worse than anything her dad had ever done to her (because she’d heard stories). The little girl said not to worry, because she could fix it so the daughter could live there provided she got a job And allowed the little girl to stay since she didn’t have a home any more. They’d have to dismantle the camera and move the teen’s stuff up to a room, making it look as though nothing weird had been going on at all. This sounded good to everyone so they moved the teen’s stuff up to a room and made her former cell look like just another storage room. Then they called the cops and said they’d found father dead in the basement. The cops came and figured it for suicide. When social services came, the little girl did the old “Jedi-mind trick” on them… “This teen’s got a good head on her shoulders and is more than capable of taking care of herself,” and the social services people mumbled the same sentence to themselves while nodding like dummies.

  
  

  And that was pretty much the point at which I woke up. It was obviously directly inspired by the movie, but I think it would make a great #9 if I were to write an ending for it. lol

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