Last week I watched The Hunger Games. It was the first time I had ever seen it ... I loved it. I decided to watch it a second time the next night.
This week I watched Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunters. I like intense movies ... especially ones that take an original or unexpected twists.
The only issue ... I do have an over active imagination ... a dark and twisted muse that feeds my mind incredibly detailed images and stories ... and dreams. She decided to have fun with me ...
*** Panic ***
Based on a nightmare
I draw in a long deep breath, entranced by the fresh air and fragrance of the forest. I twirl around taking in my surroundings ... nonchalant ... care free.
A hint of daylight hangs in the sky as the sun hides behind the trees. I'm trying to get somewhere ... I don't know where ... I don't know why ... but I must get there. I meander through the trees gazing at the wildlife. The weight of a backpack pulls at my shoulders ... I tug the straps ... the butt of a crossbow brushes the back of my head.
I know I need these things.
I see a structure in the distance ... I'll stay there tonight. I make my way toward the building. An uneasy wells inside me.
This isn't right.
I'm startled by the boom of a canon ... I scream.
This isn't real ... this cannot be real.
I'm confused ... I'm frightened.
Images of the Hunger Games swirl through my imagination ... the image of a fallen competitor shines above the trees.
What do I do?
I hear rustling in the foliage behind me. I scamper through a cluster of trees searching for a place to hide. I drop to my knees in some shrubs along an embankment ,,, I cannot control my emotions ... my thoughts ... my tears. I am afraid too look ... afraid to breathe ... afraid to sleep.
I must continue. I must find whatever it is that I am searching for ... I don't know what, only that I am heading west.
I creep out from the branches that cover me. Staying low to the ground I head toward the ever diminishing glow. I work my way up a hill ... slowly ... flinching at every noise ... every shadow.
I must be close ... I hope I'm I'm close.
I reach a clearing near the top of the hill. I squat down behind a tree. I see a silhouette at the ridge ... somebody standing in the open ... watching ... waiting.
I grab my crossbow. I shift my weight to take aim ... I'm trembling ... I cannot do it ... I cannot kill.
I work my way north, avoiding the clearing ... avoiding whoever is between me and my goal. The detour is taking very long ... I am exhausted ... I want to collapse, but I can't. I must push forward ... I must reach my goal.
I pause for a moment to rest. The figure is still atop the hill ... but I see more detail ... I recognize her, but I do not know from where.
She doesn't belong her.
I don't belong here.
I continue around the clearing. I try to remember where I have seen the lady on the hill ... my mind is blank. I begin to head west again ... deeper into the woods ... back on course. I take a deep breath. A bit of relief calms my mind ... it's just a matter of time ... I can make it.
The unknown woman steps out from behind a tree ... I stop in my tracks.
"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" She steps toward me.
I backtrack. "You can't be here." Fear grips my soul. "You're ... you're ..."
"The witch?" She laughs. "Oh, but I am here. And I cannot let you continue."
I weave through the trees ... she is following me ... I need to hide. I look into the trees ... I cannot climb fast enough. I hear her getting closer. I continue to run. I turn tight around a tree hoping the redirection will throw her off.
I can't react to a low branch ... it hits me across the chest and shoulders ... I am on the ground. I roll to my to my stomach and draw my crossbow.
She kicks it from my hands.
I scramble to my feet.
Her appearance changes ... cold and evil. I want to run ... I want to give up.
I feel anxiety welling up inside me. Everything fades to a dull light ... I do not know how it ends.
I awoke from this dream in the midst of an anxiety attack. I know it was a dream ... a nightmare, but everything seemed so real ... so detailed. My words do not fully capture the emotions ... the fears I felt during the dream.
As I looked for pictures I stumbled across this website ( http://www.dcnr.state.pa.us/stateparks/findapark/cookforest/ ). Some of the images are so eerily similar to where I was in my dream. I altered the to try and recreate the surreal atmosphere ... again, I was not able to fully capture the ambiance of the scenes.
Other pictures from Hansel and Gretel Witch Hunters.