This seems a little strange, I know. But it's something I really have been thinking about and I would like some response.
So if you take the time to read this whole post, please take 1 more minute to tell me your thoughts about this. Mostly just because it's interesting.
So I've been watching "Lost" lately. If you've ever seen it, then you know that, at times, it can get pretty creepy. So the other night I was up until 2 a.m. making and decorating a cake, and watching Lost.
**Spoiler!!!** If you're ever going to watch Lost, skip this paragraph.
So if you have ever seen Lost, then specifically, I was on the part where Micheal, Jin, Sawyer and Walt take the raft out, and then they find the wine bottle with messages and assume they've crashed and Walt keeps appearing to Shannon all wet and just telling her to stay quiet, even though he's supposed to be in the raft, not on the island.
So, at 2 a.m., for a girl like me who's scared of the dark, that's a bit much to take at that time of night. I start to get afraid that I'll have nightmares, or when I look at the windows, I'll see the creepy things and people that make up Lost staring at me through the window, sucking me into the story.
But when I look at the window, my imagination doesn't imagine a dripping supposedly dead boy looking at me through the window. All I see is the real lightning and thunder of an oncoming storm, and a few bugs that want in where the light is.
Obviously, it's kind of a relief, right? I mean, I won't have nightmares. I'm not scared of it anymore. I'm getting braver! ...right?
I'm not sure. It got me thinking.
Of course, I don't want to be scared of TV shows anymore. No one does. So when we grow up, we're not scared of them like we were when we were kids, because we learn to be brave.
Or we learn that they're not real.
As a child, our imagination will run wild with what scary things will happen to us after watching something creepy like Lost. (I had many weird dreams after CSI). We see images in our room that aren't really there, and we hear noises that we make up in our minds. Why? Because our imagination is going crazy as kids.
But I don't see those images anymore. I can explain what the noises are.
What the heck, Katie?
I'm losing my imagination...losing that childlike faith in the unknown.
If I can't even create nightmares anymore, how can I create something dreamworthy?
Growing up, for a few minutes, meant that I was getting braver. I'm becoming more mature.
Growing up means that the facts are supposed to be everything. TV shows aren't real, and aren't even worthy of becoming some sort of fear before you go to sleep at night.
So then, I ask you. What's the real nightmare here?
