I had what I think was a weird or disturbing dream last night. But all I can remember is this:
I cut my head off, or took it off somehow, and clearly wasn't supposed to be able to do so. It should've killed me. I wasn’t expected to survive such a thing by whoever else was in this dream. I suspect that I was even unsure it would work.
And then, I put it back on my body, and it was totally fine. Everything worked. It was slightly off: not centered, or not on straight or something, even more than my head is currently off.
Weird. I suppose that’s what happens when I watch a movie like The Human Centipede 2 not long before I go to bed.
Not a great movie, by the way. I saw the first one some time ago, and I have pretty-much the same critique of the sequel: that I wanted more story, more explanation, something to make this guy’s behavior make some kind of sense. It just seemed to be gore and weirdness for the sake of gore and weirdness.
The creepiest thing about it was a few of the shots with the actual centipede.
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