Sweet Dreams (Are Made of These)

Major spoiler alert: If you have yet to see the film "Knowing" and don't want to me to ruin it for you then you should just skip this post. Go ahead and click here.

The other night I got sucked into watching the film "Knowing" with Roger. I was trying to go to bed when it came on but somehow ended up being sucked into the plot. I would announce that I was going to bed in 5 minutes but then I would just keep sitting there like a moron, getting more and more involved in the plot. Here is a quick description of the film-

In the fall of 1959, for a time capsule, students draw pictures of life as they imagine it will be in 50 years. Lucinda, an odd child who hears voices, swiftly writes a long string of numbers. In 2009, the capsule is opened; student Caleb Koestler gets Lucinda's "drawing" and his father John, an astrophysicist and grieving widower, takes a look. He discovers dates of disasters over the past 50 years with the number who died. Three dates remain, all coming soon. He investigates, learns of Lucinda, and looks for her family. He fears for his son, who's started to hear voices and who is visited by a silent stranger who shows him a vision of fire and destruction. What's going on?

(I just copy and pasted that from IMDb, I'm lazy, people).

So, about 30 minutes into this movie I realize that it was more than likely about the Apocalypse. Now, the only thing that scares me more than movies about Exorcism and Satan are movies about the end of the world, especially right before bedtime. I get all twitchy and start putting together a disaster survival kit in my mind. I worked myself into a tizzy and then scolded Roger for allowing me to watch such scary crap right before I was going to bed.

There was this one scene where a plane comes barreling out of the sky, crashes right in front of Nicholas Cage, and he then runs to help the injured people. I found myself yelling at the screen things like "Don't be a hero" and "You're going to need therapy after this!" It was intense, people running around screaming and on fire. I would scream "Stop, drop, and roll, moron" as my heart pounded in my chest. It was terrible and I knew that I was going to have some messed up dreams from watching it.

I fled the living room midway through the film and crawled into my bed, lifting a quick prayer to the heavens that my brain would take pity on me from watching that crap. I am very susceptible to bad dreams when I watch creepy movies. I mean, I've had nightmares after watching something as harmless as The Jersey Shore, so I was nervous as I drifted off into sleep. This is how my subconscious interpreted what I had just watched...

I am standing in my front yard with my children when my father approaches me. He tells me that he has seen a vision of the future and that at 3:00 pm a penguin was going to fall from the sky and poke me in the eye. There was nothing that I could do to avoid it. Suddenly, I look at my watch and it is 3:00 on the dot. The sky is full of birds flying this way and that, when I see the penguin flying toward me high in the sky. It just keeps getting closer and closer and then it dives down toward me. Out of fear of being poked in the eye by the insane penguin, I grab the children and dive under the top of our turtle sandbox to take shelter. The penguin lands with a thud and then pecks away at the lid on top of us.

Then I woke up and couldn't help but laugh.
I mean, a penguin falling from the sky?
A sandbox lid for protection?

I got off lucky this time.