The Happening

I watched less than two minutes of a scary movie yesterday, against my own good judgment, and darn it, if I didn’t have a nightmare last night.  All I wanted to do was catch a quick glimpse of Mark Wahlberg, but no, I watched just enough to have to check underneath the bed and in the closets before I went to sleep last night. (Side note: I ALWAYS check under the covers for spiders. Not going to be surprised by one of those guys in the middle of the night. Gross.) I just don’t understand it. My co-worker watches scary movies all the time (apparently it’s her thing), and she says that she sleeps great.  Meanwhile, I watch one episode of Scooby-Doo, and I’m haunted by cartoon ghosts for a week! Life is not fair. So there I was last night, walking back to my dorm room at college, and this masked man came running at me as fast as he could.  I let out a truly horrifying shriek (probably one of my best). Enough so, that this masked individual decided that his scare tactics weren’t so funny anymore, and he revealed himself as someone that I went to high school with. (Side note #2: I haven’t heard from, thought about, or seen this individual literally since the day that we graduated.  But I recognized him immediately.  Of course, he looked the same as in high school. In real life, I doubt that’s true.)  Anyway, he felt so bad for terrorizing me, that he offered me ten bucks to take a cab so I wouldn’t have to walk home by myself.  I’m exhausted today. I don’t think I sleep well when I have nightmares. Tonight, I’m watching the Disney Channel… unless of course, one of Mark’s movies is on. J