the thing with scissors that appears in the short story i submitted for #summerween came from a real dream I had. here's a snippet from my journal from when I dreamed about it a while back. it's kinda freaky and weird in its own way and arguably more compelling than the short story, lol. thought i'd share the origin of the idea
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Almost forgot: had a strange and horrifying dream last night where I was a corporate drone for some huge nameless Kafka-esque company. At first I was working with a chatty, high-strung, neurotic lady who would not stop talking, but then I was transferred to an office with a man who I think was my superior. He was a tall white man, handsome in a vague way, wearing a nice business suit, and he had bright blue eyes with tiny pinprick pupils and a smile that was just a little too wide and a little too toothy. He kept scissors on his desk. These scissors were huge, and when the blades were closed, they looked less like a pair of scissors and more like a very large, very sharp butcher knife. He used the scissors to cut some papers, and he did it very close to me—close enough and fast enough that it made me nervous. Those giant scissors were opening and closing and cutting only inches away. It felt like he was doing it intentionally, too—like he was trying to scare me. One slip of his hands and I would be sliced apart just like the papers he was cutting to ribbons. All of that was unsettling enough already. Then, the crotch of the man’s pants began to bulge outward, like you would expect to see if he were to become aroused. The bulge grew bigger and bigger. I couldn't look away. As I stared, horrified yet transfixed, the front part of his pants began to tear along the seam. But instead of an erect penis bursting through, there was an enormous sharp knife. It tore right through his slacks and pointed straight at me and suddenly he seemed tall, inhumanly tall, so tall that his head brushed the ceiling of the office and all the while the knife seemed to grow bigger and bigger and so did his toothy smile. As he loomed over me, smile bright, huge scissors in hand, knife-penis shining, I woke up.
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Almost forgot: had a strange and horrifying dream last night where I was a corporate drone for some huge nameless Kafka-esque company. At first I was working with a chatty, high-strung, neurotic lady who would not stop talking, but then I was transferred to an office with a man who I think was my superior. He was a tall white man, handsome in a vague way, wearing a nice business suit, and he had bright blue eyes with tiny pinprick pupils and a smile that was just a little too wide and a little too toothy. He kept scissors on his desk. These scissors were huge, and when the blades were closed, they looked less like a pair of scissors and more like a very large, very sharp butcher knife. He used the scissors to cut some papers, and he did it very close to me—close enough and fast enough that it made me nervous. Those giant scissors were opening and closing and cutting only inches away. It felt like he was doing it intentionally, too—like he was trying to scare me. One slip of his hands and I would be sliced apart just like the papers he was cutting to ribbons. All of that was unsettling enough already. Then, the crotch of the man’s pants began to bulge outward, like you would expect to see if he were to become aroused. The bulge grew bigger and bigger. I couldn't look away. As I stared, horrified yet transfixed, the front part of his pants began to tear along the seam. But instead of an erect penis bursting through, there was an enormous sharp knife. It tore right through his slacks and pointed straight at me and suddenly he seemed tall, inhumanly tall, so tall that his head brushed the ceiling of the office and all the while the knife seemed to grow bigger and bigger and so did his toothy smile. As he loomed over me, smile bright, huge scissors in hand, knife-penis shining, I woke up.
GrizzlyPhantoms
27 days ago