So I had a wild dream today dealing with toys. The basic idea was that my house was being haunted by a ghost who used floating and bleeding action figures to terrify me.
Read on, I promise you'll be entertained.
I walked in to my room one day and found my DCUC display hanging upside from the ceiling. It was flush with the ceiling, and I naturally assumed it was attached by some physical properties, that someone was just playing a prank and had fastened them up there. After moving everything back where it belonged (I don't remember the process of detaching them, crazy dream logic) I just sat down to work on the website (exactly what I'm doing right now) and turned around to get a drink. To my abolute horror, I found other figures actually levitating upside down in the air, not just stuck to the ceiling. This may not sound inherently terrifying, but let me assure you, it is. Of course this is when I started to freak out and my girlfriend and I ran out of the room (she was just suddenly there), action figures actually pursuing us down the stairs, only to be stopped by a closed door at the bottom of the steps. I knew at this point some malevolent being was controlling these things, so we decided to brave it just one more time with the morning light on our side.
What we found when we entered was horrendous, with action figures just floating in random orientations all across the room, limbs appearing to have been gnawed off, not simply sliced, blood dripping from the devastated appendages, with plastic debris littering the floor. Nothing else in the room was disturbed, just floating toy cadavers lining the air in my room. It was as if she (I somehow knew the ghost was female) was trying to issue some sort of warning that I either needed to leave immediately or stop buying so many figures. That's where it stopped, with the grim realization. It was as if my subconscious knew that this ending was the only way to prevent a resolution and put my mind at ease. There I was, standing in a room of disembodied action figure chunks that had been destroyed by some foul beast of hell. As I sit here right now, I just hope with the core of my being, that when I turn around, there won't be massacred toys hovering over my shoulders. You should issue the same prayers that are now crossing my lips.
You can imagine how disturbing it was to see all this. And before you ask, no this isn't some subtle manipulation of words to poke fun at Mattel's inability to properly attach limbs, it was an actual dream, and one I'd rather not have again.
The dream following this one involved some "interesting" situations with Michael Rosenbaum, better known as Smallville's Lex Luthor, so let's just avoid any further discussion (or mention) of this one! Also, pray that it's not a premonition either, as I don't think I'd ever be the same...
-The Articulated One
