As some Cal-pals know, I have a very vivid sleep-time dream life. I literally have super realistic, vivid, cinematic dreams when I sleep, and I have had them all my life. Many of them have been sort of “horror movie themed”, involving zombies, demons and occasionally various other monsters. No need to analyze this, as it’s obviously a predictable result of growing up in a mystical, supernatural Christian cult with fun summertime activities like casting demons out of the kids in annual Church Camp complete with foaming-at-the-mouth convulsions on stage. I have had these dreams so much, and for so long, that now when they occur I really don’t even feel scared any more. I don’t wake up in a terrified sweat. I’m not filled with dread. Now, I fall into these dreams with a sort of weariness that you usually see in the lead character in “Part 5″ of horror franchises like “Nightmare on Elm Street” or “Friday the 13th”. “Ok, everybody, I’ve run into these things before and it is possible to make it out of this!” It’s almost boring, but they’re not lucid dreams, so I don’t really know that I’m in another scary dream at the time. I’m just going about my business until a zombie horde crests the local hilltop. During the dream, it is my reality completely and I have no memory of my waking world, but I’m just not that scared of the monsters any more. It’s kind of like we’re all going through the motions now. I’ve actually come to enjoy them from a distance, after waking up, because I love horror movies, and my experience is so realistic.

The sweet little copyright-flouting commercial above is kind of what my dreams could be, with just a little more tweaking on my part. Plus, it has Cal-pal Samara (from “The Ring”) in it!

What do you dream about?

Separated at birth?