The Darker Side of Reality TV
After a long silence on Livejournal, I am back again to share with you all a strange dream I had last night. This post is inspired by Shannon Roberts, who shares her strange dreams over Livejournal. I have one to rival hers.
The scene opens at the ruins of some castle, probably in Ireland, but there's really no way to tell. I am part of a large tour group that is walking up to the castle, which sits on a cliff overlooking the ocean. My sister is there with me, and so is Dylan, and we are very excited about getting to go inside and explore this ancient castle. When the tour group reaches the castle, the guide says that we cannot go inside, we must only admire it from afar.
We are pretty disappointed, but we continue around to the back of the castle, where sit the remains of a beautiful garden. The garden is fenced off when we get there, and we can barely see the fountains and statues and archways through it -- this is a big fence, lined with barbed wire. Again, they say we cannot go in. I notice what look like trapdoors on the floor of the garden, and the guide makes a big deal out of convincing me that they're not there -- and that there is absolutely nothing under the castle. Absolutely nothing.
Sarah, Dylan, and I have had enough of this crap. We find a weak spot in the fence, and we squeeze through when the rest of the tour group is distracted. A few other kids near our age have the same idea. So, there are about seven or eight of us standing in this old, deserted castle garden. It's spooky, but in this very beautiful kind of way.
Suddenly, trap doors open from the floor, and people in suits and sunglasses emerge -- some of them carrying weapons! They surround us, and tell us that -- Congratulations! -- because we had the audacity to jump the fence, we are going to have to participate in a new, closed-circuit reality television show for sadistic rich people in which we will have to try to navigate our way out of the booby-trap-ridden bowels of the castle alive -- which, they say, has never been done.
This is alarming. They place all of the participants in different areas of the basement, and they all have one day to find their way out. I, however, have a slightly different assignment. Basically, they lower me into the ocean in a shark and snake-filled tank, and expect me to find the underground entrance to the castle. I do, eventually, escape the tank, and enter the castle.
The rest of the dream is spent navigating my way around the deep, dark maze beneath the ruins. I cannot remember everything that happened, but I have a sense that it was very frightening, and I saw some things that a kid my age should never have to see. I somehow find my way out, and emerge back into the gardens from one of the trapdoors, only to find Sarah and Dylan there waiting for me. We are the only survivors.
The guys in suits come out of hiding again and present us with respective checks for hundreds of millions of dollars, so that we'll keep quiet about the whole incident, and not tell anyone that this twisted game is going on.
And that's the end of it.
However, in light of the recent news that Survivor is starting anew, this time with people of different races pitted against one another (a group of white supremacists included), the reality TV in my dream doesn't seem all that implausible.
Anyway, I think I'll start posting more dreams here from now on, as the events of my life are either repetitive and boring, or decidedly unspeakable.
That is all.
The scene opens at the ruins of some castle, probably in Ireland, but there's really no way to tell. I am part of a large tour group that is walking up to the castle, which sits on a cliff overlooking the ocean. My sister is there with me, and so is Dylan, and we are very excited about getting to go inside and explore this ancient castle. When the tour group reaches the castle, the guide says that we cannot go inside, we must only admire it from afar.
We are pretty disappointed, but we continue around to the back of the castle, where sit the remains of a beautiful garden. The garden is fenced off when we get there, and we can barely see the fountains and statues and archways through it -- this is a big fence, lined with barbed wire. Again, they say we cannot go in. I notice what look like trapdoors on the floor of the garden, and the guide makes a big deal out of convincing me that they're not there -- and that there is absolutely nothing under the castle. Absolutely nothing.
Sarah, Dylan, and I have had enough of this crap. We find a weak spot in the fence, and we squeeze through when the rest of the tour group is distracted. A few other kids near our age have the same idea. So, there are about seven or eight of us standing in this old, deserted castle garden. It's spooky, but in this very beautiful kind of way.
Suddenly, trap doors open from the floor, and people in suits and sunglasses emerge -- some of them carrying weapons! They surround us, and tell us that -- Congratulations! -- because we had the audacity to jump the fence, we are going to have to participate in a new, closed-circuit reality television show for sadistic rich people in which we will have to try to navigate our way out of the booby-trap-ridden bowels of the castle alive -- which, they say, has never been done.
This is alarming. They place all of the participants in different areas of the basement, and they all have one day to find their way out. I, however, have a slightly different assignment. Basically, they lower me into the ocean in a shark and snake-filled tank, and expect me to find the underground entrance to the castle. I do, eventually, escape the tank, and enter the castle.
The rest of the dream is spent navigating my way around the deep, dark maze beneath the ruins. I cannot remember everything that happened, but I have a sense that it was very frightening, and I saw some things that a kid my age should never have to see. I somehow find my way out, and emerge back into the gardens from one of the trapdoors, only to find Sarah and Dylan there waiting for me. We are the only survivors.
The guys in suits come out of hiding again and present us with respective checks for hundreds of millions of dollars, so that we'll keep quiet about the whole incident, and not tell anyone that this twisted game is going on.
And that's the end of it.
However, in light of the recent news that Survivor is starting anew, this time with people of different races pitted against one another (a group of white supremacists included), the reality TV in my dream doesn't seem all that implausible.
Anyway, I think I'll start posting more dreams here from now on, as the events of my life are either repetitive and boring, or decidedly unspeakable.
That is all.