I had the weirdest dream the other night.
There was a lot more of it, but this is the bit that stuck.
The gun-barrel was being held to my forehead. I could feel the cold metal pushing into my skin, pushing my head back. Vivid doesn't quite describe it. I was gibbering incoherently, I think the words "no.. please no.." were in there somewhere amongst the frightened noises. And I still said "no.. please no.." as the trigger was pulled. I heard the clicking of the hammer in an empty chamber, again and again, praying that the next one didn't hold a bullet.
At precisely the same time, I was somebody else. I was standing, holding a gun to another person's head. But that person was myself. And the gun was a plastic toy. As I pulled the trigger, it made that cheap plastic clicking sound that toy guns make, and I thought "Hey, this is fun".
And this wasn't revisiting the same situation from two different angles, and it wasn't really holding a gun to my own head. I was two people, at the same time, in the one dream.
Maybe I should change my name to "Tyler"
OK, I give up: Tyler?
Even Google is helpless with so little information. For example, the query string 'Tyler "two people at once"' gives as lots of sites where people called Tyler are in multiple relationships.
I think there's a character in my son's BeyBlades video called Tyler... or is it in Digimon?
He's referring to Tyler Durden, from "Fight Club".
That's a weird dream allright... Did you just see Fight Club or something?
I was thinking about this, and thinking how it is that we are both the creators and destroyers of our own lives. How, despite outside influences, we are pretty much holding the reigns for it all, and how we can choose to make bad situations good, or good ones bad, and change things when we need to change them.