The Head on the Door

The Cure’s “Close to Me” describes a recurring dream of Robert Smith’s, which makes him wonder, “If I was only so sure that my head on a door was a dream.”

Brian, one of my East Coast blog friends, mentioned this morning waking up from a nightmare where someone tries to mug him. At least it’s one where he tries to go down fighting. For me, it brought to mind the Cure’s “Close to Me,” but I also remembered a few nightmares of my own.

When I was around four or five years old, I went with my father on Disneyworld’s Haunted Mansion ride. I don’t remember details about what I saw. All I remember was that I was scared, crying, and hugging my father. For several years after that, I had many dreams where I was on the ride, but the details kept getting more and more embellished with every dream. I don’t know if hands sticking out of a door nailed shut was an original feature, but I frequently saw it. Later on, I saw a gigantic, glowing spiderweb. I never saw any spider, but I was fascinated by how big and bright it was. When I was in the fifth grade and there was a family trip to Disneyland, I had to go on the Haunted Mansion ride. This time, to my eleven year old mind, it was fun, but cheesy. I never had the dreams again, but I would always remember them. All those years I think my mind was just trying to make sense of it all.

When I was in my mid-twenties, I dreamed that I witnessed a gay bashing. Some poor man was chased by another with a pipe and I horrified. I was frozen and all I could do was scream. However, there was no sound and I woke up trying to make noise out of a muted cry. I was in my fundamentalist period at the time, and I now see it as a manifestation of internalized homophobia.

Thankfully, I’ve never had a dream about my head on the door. That would have been too freaky.

One thought on “The Head on the Door

  1. I bet we all have a few “dream” stories to tell! I have a couple of funny dreams, one long ago and another just recently!

    Recently; I dreamt that I was in a small square….it was somewhere in the US, but couldn’t tell you exactly. It was kind of dark and there were booths all around the square that served drink and food. I started walking to the “Jamba Juice” booth to buy a smoothie, but I was stark naked! God, my body looked great but I was covering up my boobs with my hands! Oh yeah, I was tan too(I never get a tan).

    Long ago; I was in the living room of the house I was living in and I was cleaning, then I noticed a wasp in the house! At first I tried to swat it but instead chased it out onto the patio where I then closed the doors quickly! Then the little stinker tried to get back in by hitting the glass door, meanwhile it was GROWING and it got really HUGE, bigger than me! This dream scared the shit out of me! So beware os wasps that fly into your house you might regret it later!

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