I just woke up from one of the worst dreams I’ve had in a while. (Okay, to be fair, I am already looking back and laughing at it, but still, it was scary at the time.) It involved me, a group of people trying to make their way to a wedding, and… GODZILLA!!!
Feel free to commence a discussion regarding the qualities of Godzilla’s roar (i.e. which sounds are involved in its creation: elephant? lion? tiger? the sound of metal bending?), as well as the relative merits of Godzilla’s various Japanese incarnations vs. the American Godzilla.
But back to the original point, which was my dream! Godzilla was far more ferocious than any of his movie versions, at times stalking us more like a velociraptor from Jurassic Park. He was also smaller than the Tokyo-crushing giant usually is, though this only added to his scariness, as he was now much faster. In any event, Nightmare Godzilla was evil (as always) and was picking off wedding party members left and right! We were running, hiding, trying to avoid the bloodshed. Finally we reached the gate of the church. It was locked! There was a sign posted that said it would be open as of 8 AM, and we were all yelling, “It’s 8 AM! Why is the gate still locked?!” and then “OMG! The guy who opens the gates was probably eaten by Godzilla!!”
The horror, people, the HORROR!
Also, I don’t know how this related to the Godzilla part, but someone was trying to stab me with a knife, and at some point he succeeded in shopping off my hand—WTF?! I believe the dream also rewound and replayed that sequence several times, for maximum gross-out effect.
This is what happens when you watch End of Days before bed, kids. I blame MPIX, the world’s shittiest movie channel. I mean, they’re playing The Shadow next, for fuck’s sake. There’s just no redemption.
