I watched the trailer for an upcoming movie, To Save a Life, when instead, I should be studying for my Mythology final that's in 4.5 hours.
Yeah yeah, another movie that exaggerates the cliques of high school. But evidently, this movie plans to add a bit o' twist to the usual recipe of such a film. That little added bit is suicide, and reaching out to others.
Now, the "reaching-out-to-others" bit isn't so new either, but mixing it with teen suicide creates a new concoction. And the theme of this movie has me stunned, quite frankly.
Watching this trailer brings back memories of my sophomore year in high school. Maybe there weren't characters and situations in my school that even remotely mirror those in the upcoming film, but the theme of suicide definitely stirs something within me.
I do believe I'll add this movie to my to-go-see list.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
dreams.
Earlier this past semester, I had two rather peculiar dreams.
In the first dream, I killed someone.
Now, this was no accident. I had a plan, I had the intent, and I carried through. Long-story(dream?)-short, I woke up remembering the distinct sensation of fighting and grappling with another man, wrestling him to the floor, and attempting to slice his neck open with a razor as he laughed in my face, calling me too weak to take a life.
He was wrong, of course. I finally felt his skin give and the blade punctured his vital arteries as easily as sticking a sewing needle through cotton.
Interestingly enough, a few nights later, I dreamed I was the one being murdered. I was in a room, attempting to defend someone from a gunman. He grabbed me and dragged me out the door into the hallway and threw me down. As I looked up at him, he pointed his pistol at me, and next thing I knew, there was a dreadfully loud "BANG" and I felt a rather blunt force hit me right in the face and then everything went white. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, but I could still hear him, laughing at me. Then I hear a couple more "bangs" and a few more blows to the face, as if someone wrapped a hammer with a towel and was dropping the head on me.
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For some time afterward, I wondered if those dreams were connected in some way.
In one dream, I took a life.
In the other, my life was taken.
Hmm, spooky.
In the first dream, I killed someone.
Now, this was no accident. I had a plan, I had the intent, and I carried through. Long-story(dream?)-short, I woke up remembering the distinct sensation of fighting and grappling with another man, wrestling him to the floor, and attempting to slice his neck open with a razor as he laughed in my face, calling me too weak to take a life.
He was wrong, of course. I finally felt his skin give and the blade punctured his vital arteries as easily as sticking a sewing needle through cotton.
Interestingly enough, a few nights later, I dreamed I was the one being murdered. I was in a room, attempting to defend someone from a gunman. He grabbed me and dragged me out the door into the hallway and threw me down. As I looked up at him, he pointed his pistol at me, and next thing I knew, there was a dreadfully loud "BANG" and I felt a rather blunt force hit me right in the face and then everything went white. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, but I could still hear him, laughing at me. Then I hear a couple more "bangs" and a few more blows to the face, as if someone wrapped a hammer with a towel and was dropping the head on me.
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For some time afterward, I wondered if those dreams were connected in some way.
In one dream, I took a life.
In the other, my life was taken.
Hmm, spooky.
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