I hate Halloween. It is just too scary for me!
What a wimp, I know, whatever, I can’t help it.
I just have no desire to purposefully scare myself. Scary movies, no thank you. In the brief years we had a TV, I used to try not to watch anything around this time of year. Partly because even regular shows tried to sneak Halloween in, but mostly to avoid the commercials. Even trying to watch the news, or some other innocuous show, ads for horror movies and overly creepy shows would be on everywhere. Some people have said that perhaps growing up without a TV, I was never “desensitized” to such things. I am still at a loss as to why it would be a good thing to want to watch horror movies, shows, scary ads on television, or read most of Stephen King’s books… I don’t even like creepy yard decorations. In addition to the fact that I think it’s all disgusting, disturbing, not to mention oft times down right frightening on first seeing (or let’s be honest, accidentally seeing….. I avoid these things like the plague) Halloween “stuff,” it’s the nightmares that get me.
For example last night I spent a super fun evening with friends doing one of the only things related to Halloween that I do enjoy, carving pumpkins. John and I were way out of our -triangle-circle-oval-face- league with our pumpkin carving expert friends with their scoopers, saws, books and mad carvings skills. Check out this eyeball!
Maybe my comment gave my subconscious a nasty idea, maybe I am just that wimpy about scary things. Whatever the case last night I had a grade A nightmare, complete with zombie like creatures, faces being ripped off, epic zombie battles, fire breathing dragons, space travel, spies, traitors, and one attacking wild boar. As I struggled to get back to sleep without falling back into the dream I eventually woke John up and made him talk to me with all the lights on. My -I-never-remember-my-dreams-much-less-have-nightmares- husband is fairly supportive in the middle of the night but I think it only strengthens his case that I am indeed a “crackpot.” Unfortunately John’s patience wore out before I was over my nightmare and he went back to bed. It was then I discovered an upside to crying babies and a kid who plays musical beds in the middle of the night…
…you can’t have a nightmare if you’re not sleeping!