The Multiverse
While I like a lot of alone time, time to recharge after being around people all day, I don’t enjoy doing activities alone. Shopping, eating at restaurants,and going to museums alone just didn’t seem fun to do. What I’m realizing however is that I’ve stopped myself from having new experiences because I’ve been waiting on others to accompany me, and that’s just not the move anymore. Since I’ve become more confident, I’ve found I do enjoy doing certain things by myself. (Never see myself eating at a restaurant alone because who am I suppose to gossip with?)
I recently treated myself and went to see ‘The Multiverse of Madness,’ the new Doctor Strange movie. I never watched the first movie, or Wandavision, I just wanted something to do after work instead of going straight home. (To know me is to know how shocking that is!) With no real clue what was going on, I have to say I actually enjoyed the movie. Kind of wish it was R-rated and we got more Scarlett Witch. Personally, I would sign up to see a Scarlett Witch horror movie because they could have really pushed the envelope with what was happening in the movie. Logically, I know it’s a Disney/Marvel movie so probably shouldn’t have expected too much. The movie did make me want to read the comics. (I have went down the comic book rabbit hole and few times and there’s just so much going on, I just don’t have the attention span.)
What was most interesting about the movie was the concept that every time we dream we see ourselves in another universe. I been feeling bad for my other-selves ever since. My dreams are vivid and I like it like that. They feel like movies. I don’t have nightmares but I’ve had dreams on the brink of it, intense feelings of nervousness and anxiety you would feel when you’re awaiting a jump scare. Tension. Generally I’m aware of what’s going on and wake myself up when it gets to that point. My most recent dream though, as embarrassing as it is to say, I was being interrogated by a preppy Chucky with perfectly coiffed hair and a turtleneck. Chucky in the movies was much scarier when he looked innocent without the stitches in his face so to see him looking like he belonged at Mar-a-Lago, I woke up instantly and left the other multiverse me to deal with that. Sorry girl!
