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1:53 am - 11.01.2009 When I was very young, I remember hearing something about a "red skeleton show". And at five or six years old, that sounded really scary. But The Red Skelton Show, the show people were actually talking about? Not scary at all, it turned out. As a kid, I was a big monster fan. And on the door of my bedroom, I had a life-size poster of Bela Lugosi as "Dracula". With eyes that glowed in the dark. Scared the crap out of me. A nightmare I remember from childhood: I'm in my house, being chased by a robber, who has already killed my foster mother and older brother (Back then, my nightmares always involved someone - or some thing - chasing me). Cut to a more recent nightmare (More of a "nightmare fragment", really):
I don't typically have violent dreams - not that I remember, anyway (Most of the time, my dreams involve me wondering around lost backstage, when I'm supposed to be onstage in a play) - but in another dream I had around the same time as my struggle with the gunman, I dreamed I was torturing a man, trying to make him tell me something (I don't know what). I had broken one of his fingers, but he still wouldn't tell me whatever-it-was I wanted to know, so I told him "Now I'm going to rip out one of your eyeballs..." (Happily, I woke up before I could make good on my promise). I've never been married, and I don't have kids (I think you have to have sex for that to happen - I'm a little vague on the details), but for some reason, this horrible scenario got stuck in my head for awhile when I was younger: I'm on my bike, my child strapped into a seat behind me, when suddenly, we're hit by a car, that plows into us and just keeps going. A couple years ago, I was attacked on Xmas eve, as I was riding home from work on my bicycle. Don't know if the guy wanted my bike, my wallet, or both...but happily, he got neither. Afterward, it frightened me to think, "What if he'd had a knife or a gun? He could have killed me". I imagined myself bleeding to death on the sidewalk, alone, all for the 20 year old bike I was riding and a couple of singles in my wallet. Then I thought about how, during the actual incident, I kind of ended up with the upper hand, and I started thinking a stranger, and in a way, even scarier thought - "What if I'd ended up killing him?". What if I'd choked him to death, or smashed his skull on the sidewalk? What if I'd bought my switchblade before this happened, instead of after, and in my terror and panic during the attack, had stabbed him blindly till he stopped struggling with me? What if, instead of being the victim of a crime, I had become a murderer, all for a twenty-year-old bike and a couple of singles in my wallet? I thought, since this was Halloween, I'd do an entry on "Things That Scare Me", but I'm realizing, as a new day has begun and I've barely scratched the surface, that "things that scare me" is a bigger subject than one Diaryland entry can handle. And the real terror doesn't lie in fantasy scenarios about robbers, or dead babies, or accidentally killing an attacker, but about being alone, about not being able to go forward, but having nothing to go back to, about a meaningless life capped off by a painful, lonely death. The world can be a scary place. But it's got nothing on the world inside my head.
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