Traumafession:: Mackenzie B. on Millennium’s Ceiling Clown


I follow Kindertrauma on a daily basis, this is however the first time I’ve turned to its majesty for answers.

There was a show in the 90s that Chris Carter created called Millennium that starred Lance Henriksen. Great show, great countdown to doomsday mystery sort of thing. There was one episode in particular that frightened me very much. The scene is of a kid’s birthday party, somewhere there is a clown involved. A little girl, probably the birthday girl wanders into the house to look for said clown. She enters the living room and in the far corner the clown is on the ceiling with his makeup altered, either seated or protruding from the wall. I remember him tapping his gloved hands on the ceiling and smiling a diabolical smile. The little girl screams and the show begins.

Does anyone recall this frightening scene? Episode? Online anywhere? Thanks, I’d really like to see this image and know I didn’t dream it. I’m not even that frightened of clowns and it stuck with me. Thanks.

UNK SEZ: Here is the clown you are looking for Mackenzie! Sorry it’s not a better picture but that guy appears in the first season of MILLENNIUM and I only own seasons 2 and 3 so I couldn’t grab a shot myself. The episode in question is entitled “Dead Letters” and it was written by JAMES WONG and GLEN MORGAN. Sadly, I can’t find a clip of it anywhere. Oh well, maybe it’s better that way! Thanks for reminding us of this exceptional show!

Traumafession:: Senski on Creepy # 24’s Shattered Wristwatch

When I look back on the many and varied Traumafessions I have made lo these past few years, I notice two things: 1) I must have been a weird little kid; 2) they are not of your standard issue ghost/monster/haunted house variety. They’re often caused by something fairly innocuous, or more accurately, the effect my mind superimposes over something harmless. (I’m reminded of how Stephen King was massively creeped out as a child by mis-hearing the movie line “It feels like living tissue!” as “It feels like tissue paper!”) Although this one sure has its spooky roots, my brain ran with something else altogether. But first, some background…

Comic books were my gateway drug, and although I read more than my share of funny animal books, it was the horror titles of the late 1960s that were closest to my heart. Every Wednesday afternoon my dad would drive me over to Dean’s Red Owl, the supermarket across the river, that I could pore over the new releases as they sat in a shopping cart, waiting to be placed upon the stand, but only after I got first dibs. The market’s owner, Dean Farrier, was a kindly guy who wanted to make his little customer happy, even going as far as to contact his distributors to secure back issues that I may have missed – and in those days, that was not an easy feat. Thank you, Mr. Farrier!

The Red Owl also carried magazines, but since those were a bit more expensive, I would gaze at them lovingly and didn’t ask my parents for the additional money until a few years later. Famous Monsters of Filmland was always in stock, and occasionally the store would get the Warren comic mags as well – Creepy, Eerie and Vampirella – but it was not on a consistent basis, and old issues would remain on the rack for months beyond their sale date, waiting for a haphazardly shipped follow-up. Now, if you know the Warren magazines of this time, they were in a notoriously bad stretch (the Frank Frazetta glory days were behind them), scraping by on a mixture of reprints and markedly substandard material.

Which brings us to Creepy #24, the December 1968 issue. The cover art is attributed to Gutenberg Montiero, who did but a few pieces for the company, and shares some elements with the uncredited cover to the Berkley paperback anthology Masters of Horror – also from 1968, but I’m unsure which came first. But Creepy‘s juxtaposition of two images, presumably in two difference places, was a common design for horror comics of the period; we have a man, profoundly distressed, seemingly driven mad by this resurrecting corpse.

What got to me? The wristwatch.

Why was this guy wearing a shattered wristwatch? What did it have to do with the hand coming out of a grave? And why was he sweating like a farm animal in August? And then I thought – what if he put it on, broken? What if he was so insane as to not care that his timepiece was incapable of telling time? My mind was blown, and the issue seemed to remain on the stand for months thereafter, freaking me out too much to ever purchase it, but having ample time to make its impression.

I still think there is a fantastic story to be told in the intersection of these two images; maybe a Kinderpal shall be inspired!

Traumafession:: Marina M. on a Headless Russian Music Video

It’s a song by the Russian band called “Agatha Christie” from the 1990s. First there’s nothing creepy neither in the video nor in lyrics (it’s about a sailor who gets womens’ attention and free drinks wherever he goes), but on 1:10 is that strange telephone call and a female voice saying “nobody loves you, your lover is dead”.

Then it’s 1:48 and that face. The woman then receives a message which suggests that her loved was actually killed.

2:28 – “Please stop. I know him. I gave him these boots… But where’s the head?” – “Do you really want to know?”

As far as I know, the video was banned on some Russian tv channels because of its “negative impact on the viewers”, but I saw it frequently on music channels and it scared me shitless every time. Somehow I couldn’t switch it, maybe trying to convince myself that it wasn’t that horrible – still, I always got the impression that a headless body wasn’t the most creepy part of it. There’s also a 2004 sequel. It doesn’t really explain the events shown in the first video, but at least the HEAD is shown.

Traumafession :: Michelle D. on a Ghost Ship Bus Ride

If you think you’re safe on a bus trip to wherever, think again!

It was a few year ago. Can’t remember how old I was, maybe 23, 24 something like that. Anyway, I was on a bus trip to Kalgoorlie (that’s in Australia) to visit a friend and I was listening to some music on my iPod when I noticed a movie was put on before the bus driver drove away from our last pit stop. Feeling bored, I decided to watch it.

The title opened up saying Ghost Ship, but in a ’70s-like neon style, so because of that, I have no idea that it was going to be a horror movie. Anyway, people are on deck dancing to some singer. A little girl is sitting alone when the captain saw her and asked if she wanted to dance. So they are dancing for a few minutes ’til something snaps violently and a loose razor wire just flies across the deck slashing everyone through the torso! Next they were falling to the ground into bloody pieces!

I starting to feel sick, I was horrified thinking, “WHAT’S GOING ON?!” But then came the final blow…

The girl was safely huddled in the captain’s arms. When she looked up… GASP!!! The wire had slashed through the area above his jaw and was bleeding!!!

I quickly looked away as I knew what would next and all I heard next was the little girl screaming hysterically.

Now I was ready to throw up. Wish I did though as that would of knocked some sense in the bus driver. There could of been little kids on that bus you know!!!

Not only that, but I couldn’t get that image out of my head for days. It was awful. Just goes to show that you don’t have to be a kid to be traumatized.

h, a one last request. You can show images of the movie as I’m okay with that, but please, whatever you do. Please do not put any pictures of that horrible scene I mentioned.

Michelle D.

UNK SEZ: Thanks Michelle! That GHOST SHIP sure is gaining momentum on the trauma-o-meter! As you requested I made sure not to use any images that might cause you a relapse! Folks who desire a closer look at that memorable opening click HERE!

Sunday Streaming :: Star Crash (1978)

The times they are a-changing! That bite in the breeze means God has switched to menthol and I predict a mosquito holocaust! It wasn’t all that long ago that I was crying in my soup HERE about STAR CRASH not being readily available on Netflix Streaming and now it is! This is proof positive that life is improving and it totally makes up for the fact that my filling fell out. If you have Netflix Streaming and you don’t watch STAR CRASH, you are ruining everything.

Friday the 13th Super Mega Funhouse

It’s Friday the 13th! Time for an impossible FRIDAY THE 13th funhouse quiz! Abandon hope all ye who enter here!

1. One and only one of the 40 folks pictured is NOT from a FRIDAY film. What is the number of the person who does not belong?

2. What is the name of the horror movie sequel that the person who does not belong is from?

3. What is the number of the character who said “They’re all yours!”?

4. What is the number of the character who said “Jason Voorhees? You’re outta your fucking mind. You’ve been out in the sun too long. Jason Voorhees is dead! His body was cremated. He’s nothing but a handful of ash!”?

6. What is the number of the person who was nominated for 4 Academy Awards?

7. What’s the number for the person who was also a stunt coordinator for THE NESTING, ALONE IN THE DARK, SCREAM FOR HELP & SLEEPAWAY CAMP?

8. What is the number of the person who said “We don’t accept no food stamps!”?

9. What is the number of the actor who also appeared in THE EXTERMINATOR (1980)?

10. Who ate a banana?

11. Who said “Welcome to New York.”?

12. What is the number of the character who said “Some folks sure got a strange idea of entertainment.”?

13. How many people can you connect with their appropriate FRIDAY THE !3TH (1-8) film (excluding the lone impostor from another series)? Good Luck! Today you’ll need it!

Name That Trauma:: Woody Monster on Sand Sharks & Pizza Trees

We meet again, it seems.

I sought the help of Kindertrauma before, and I need your help again identifying a movie. I don’t remember very much of it, or even when I saw it. I do remember it was a preteen adventure movie in the same vein as The Goonies and Sandlot. Sadly the only scene I can remember is a sandy area with a bunch of trees. Pizza trees to be exact, trees that grew pizza slices like fruit. The sand wasn’t very pleasant for it had these sand shark/lizard type creatures that popped their heads out when it was time to feast. Two protagonists (I think) climbed a pizza tree to escape the sand shark monsters and one of them had this brilliant idea to stick their bubble gum wad on a pizza slice. So they threw it on the ground and the monster ate it up, getting it’s mouth gunked up with bright pink bubble gum and giving the protagonists a chance to escape.

You’re the only ones I could describe this to and not be looked at like I’m a loon. I know it’s a real thing, I just can’t remember what the hell it is. The sand monsters instilled a fear in the younger me, and I was convinced I had carpet monsters!

This one might be a challenge to identify, but if anyone can do it I know y’all can.

Thank you kindly,

Woody Monster

UNK SEZ: Welcome back Woody! This one is a little after my time but I dug around and found it! You’re talking about 1995’s MAGIC ISLAND! It stars ZACHERY TY BRYAN (HOME IMPROVMENT, THE RAGE: CARRIE 2) and from what I’ve read, it’s got a bit of a cult following brewing. How could it not with that pizza tree guarding sand shark?

Guilty by Association:: JOYRIDE (2001)

JOYRIDE was released October 5, 2001. It was the first flick after the events of 9/11 that I went to see in a movie theater. At the time I thought it was a decent riff on one of my favorite made-for-TV movies DUEL. I especially enjoyed that the great TED LEVINE (SILENCE OF THE LAMBS and later, THE HILLS HAVE EYES remake) provided the voice for the murderous trucker. That’s about all I do remember about the movie except some fuzzy stuff about LEELEE SOBIESKI being endangered in a motel room. What I do recall with absolute clarity is leaving the theater and feeling profoundly dismal. Even though the movie had satisfied me, was adequately suspenseful and too well done to ever be called “bad,” it left a horrible taste in my mouth and by mouth, I mean brain. It was just too soon for me. JOYRIDE is hardly the most horrifying movie I can think of but somehow, due to my still fragile state of mind, it came across as a pitch-black wall of unpleasantness. I wished I’d stayed home and watched sitcoms instead. Sitcoms are always tranquilizing (with the noted exception of MAUDE which is anything but, as the theme song clearly warns).

Anyway, my initial plan here was going to be to watch JOYRIDE again and see how I felt about it now that so much time has passed and I can more logically disconnect it from 9/11. The thing is… I don’t want to. I don’t think I ever want to see that movie again. That may seem drastic but not when you consider that I have put the “dead to me” kibosh on movies for far lesser crimes than being associated with the greatest atrocity of our time. I’m not talking about movies you put on your veto list because they scare you and you’re genuinely afraid to watch them, I’m talking about movies you shun simply because they remind you of something you’d rather not be reminded of. Am I the only person who does this? Here are some other movies that regardless of quality, I’m doomed to carry a nonsensical grudge-torch for:


When I went to see this one in the theater I had the worst toothache of all time. I could not concentrate on the movie for a second. It was torture and as silly and irrational as it may be, I have yet to watch it again. My feeling is that it wasn’t very good to begin with anyway yet due to its subject matter, it would have been very characteristic of me to give it a second chance if it were not for the phantom tooth-booth I’d need to drive through. Maybe if I had better dental insurance…


I was really excited to watch this one on VHS when it was released and then at some point in the middle of viewing it ,my cat Fraidy came over to me with blood dripping out of his nose and mouth. Needless to say I didn’t finish the thing. Fraidy was fine, the vet found nothing wrong with him but I ‘ll never attempt to watch BODY PARTS again. There’s obviously something evil in it that is harmful to pets.


What I saw of this movie concerning the end of the world I liked a lot. A strange thing happened the day I viewed it though, just as the film was reaching its apoclyptic climax, the theater I saw it in suffered a complete electrical blackout. We were given free passes to return in the future but the damage was done. The experience was so off-putting that I have never attempted to find out how the movie (and the world) concludes. I’m assuming I’m not meant to know.


I went to see this HITCHCOCK classic at a tiny college theater some time in the eighties. Believe me when I tell you that somebody in the theater (who was not I) was having a serious issue with flatulence. The stink was deadly and seemed to reach its putrid peak right during the surreal dream sequence designed by a blameless SALVADOR DALI. Watching this segment again, I can see it’s incredible and yet I’m still tempted to hold my breath. I have a boxed set of HITCHCOCK DVD’s and this title remains untouched.


I was visiting my parents and must have gotten some kind of bug from the plane because oh boy, was I sick with some crazy flu. I rented out whatever was new at the Blockbuster and prepared myself for at least one day of doing nothing but watching movies from bed. I’m not sure if it was the fever or the mammoth amounts of medicine I was on, but I was basically tripping my brains out. This rotten movie flickered in abstract flashes in and out of my half consciousness never making a lick of sense and the absence of JULIAN SANDS didn’t help. It is dead to me, which means I can never partake in a WARLOCK triple feature!


This is the hardest one to explain. I’ve never even seen this movie! Once upon a time though I had a terrible nightmare involving it and that was enough. I’m assuming my nightmare was inspired by seeing the trailer because as I watch that now, I see that it’s got EXORCIST music, Satan hysteria and it takes place in olden timey days and knowing me, that would do it. Mostly forgotten, it’s a very easy movie to avoid but when I worked at a video store I used to eye the VHS box with suspicion and frequently dare myself to check it out…I never did. It’s based on a true story and sounds really interesting but I don’t want to die so I guess it’s off the table.

So you see, JOYRIDE, it isn’t personal. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. If a movie can be nixed by me based on associations as harmless as the ones listed above what chance considering your inadvertent alignment with the worst day ever, could you possibly stand? None.

It’s a Horror to Know You:: Dr. Future of Future Quake Radio!

It’s a Horror to Know You: Dr. Future of Future Quake Radio!

I have been a daily reader for some time now, and have been remiss to submit, because my life plans have derailed my consumption of yummy horror for many decades, and I am just trying to catch up in the last year – I’ve collected about 1000 or so on DVD, and I am just starting to watch them with many I have yet to see, so my current experiences are limited!

My submissions here are based upon my earliest experiences with horror, and my current re-viewing of these titles after 40 years or so will see if they still rattle my cage. Born in 1964, I grew up in a “golden age” of being spooked in the early 70s, and was traumatized as a five year old by having my older brother literally throw me into the arms of the monsters in the Halloween Haunted House in Louisville, KY. In 1971 we got a new UHF station, with the “Fright Night” show hosted each Saturday by The Fearmonger – no more than a head lit up by a flashlight below – but his face taunted me on my bedroom wall every night!

I was traumatized by Trilogy of Terror (like all of my classmates), movie trailers for ”Deranged” and “Beyond the Door” on the black and white set, and even public service announcements for TIP (Turn In a Pusher) and the Chautaqua Society, with the exploding head animation!

Even the taboo Jack Chick gospel tracts I’d find in the public restroom my mom told me not to read, featured hideous demons dragging unlucky souls off to Hell (often shooting them full of drugs in the process). My brother (born 1952) lived through the drive-in “golden age”, and as a small tyke I’d wait up late to hear what unspeakable horror he had seen that Friday night. In this era of sensory-saturation and discovery-at-the-fingertips of the Internet Age, we’ll never again feel the excitement of unexpected discoveries (and sudden shocks) of that magical time in the same way. I’ve also produced my own feature length movies – “Nightmare on Neptune”, “Lord of the Shadows” and the post-apocalyptic “What Now?” in the late 80s and 90s, so I have a soft spot for the brave no-budget varieties.

1. What is the first film that ever scared you?

Since my youth has melded into an amalgamation of simultaneous groundbreaking shocks and taboos experienced, it is difficult to point out which one came first. One that sticks out with me is the still-unsettling view of the fly with the human head stuck in the spider web in The Fly, with the spider closing in. Why did the man wait so long to smash the spider? My early scares were based on whatever my local TV chose to show at the time. Other honorable mentions go to the chilling outer space movie, Mission Mars, with the unearthly alien that incinerated the astronaut in his suit – I’ll never forget it. The robot from Venus in Target Earth, seeking humans on the desolate streets of Chicago, also sticks in my mind, and those dreaded Killer Shrews (I never forgot those protective metal pots)!

2. What is the last film that scared you?

I have not partaken of horror again since my teenage years until recently, and frankly I’m a little harder to scare at this age (car repairs and plumbing problems keep me up at night these days!). However, I rediscovered the dread I felt when I first saw Night of the Living Dead in 1976 as a 12 year old at the midnight movie (it had been banned since the late 60s until then in my town, with the reels confiscated from the drive-in my brother frequented in the 60s), when I saw The Mist a few years ago. As a Christian prophecy buff, I find I veer toward apocalyptic, Lovecraftian fare vs. the gothic stuff, so The Mist was a strike down the plate for me (it best gives the feel of what is described when the Abyss is opened in the Book of Revelation). I also am not too fond of spiders (although snakes are fine), so the characters trekking into the spider-infested drug store (with acid-spinning varieties, to boot) made me wince like I hadn’t in years, and having the spiders lay eggs in my body is definitely NOT the way I want to go!

3. Name three horror movies that you feel are underrated.

Another tough call – there are so many I value that others do not appreciate, but I have so many more yet to see!

a) In the Lovecraftian vein, I still am amazed at the overall atmosphere of dread and abhorrence created in the simple movie The Fly (1958 version, of course), and the tragedy the scientist experiences the unspeakable, as well as his wife. It just keeps crescendoing in intensity, in a natural way.

b) Just like John Carpenter’s The Thing is a “grown up” horror film (no kid’s stuff – stupid teenagers, screaming maidens, etc.), I find The Wicker Man an intellectual’s horror film, particularly those of us who espouse a Christian cosmology. Sgt. Howie’s warning to the singing pagans was as chilling as anything he experienced at Summerisle! The Curse of the Demon has the same grown up sensibility, and even Village of the Damned.

c) I movie I recently viewed, Pontypool, I think should be talked about much more – a very adult treatment of a chillingly feasible premise. It was worthy of my time to ponder its story, and its implications.

d) An honorable mention goes to the quirky movie Dagon, which seemed to start like a Jeffrey Combs spoof, but then got more and more disturbing, until it “out-Lovecrafted” Lovecraft, and all hope was lost!

4. Name three horror movies that you enjoy against your better judgment.

a) A movie I consider a classic of the 60s drive-in golden age is a movie with the best title of the era – “The Undertaker and His Pals” (I can’t say it without smirking)! Even as a comedy (ala Little Shop of Horrors), it has all the great stuff of 60s low budget films – garish, washed out colors, crackly audio, “cool” motorcyclists (with skulls on the jackets, and carving knives!), goofy organ music, wonderful misogyny, ridiculous violence, nonsensical plot, with the fun lasting through the closing credits! My dream is to see Kelsey Grammer reprise the role of the Undertaker, in a camp Hollywood remake!

b) A recent contribution to humanity I discovered was the penultimate contribution to the horror genre of the medium – Al Adamson’s 1971 Dracula Vs. Frankenstein! It features my favorite ever Dr. Frankenstein (with loose false teeth, and lines like “If it wasn’t realistic, it wouldn’t be an illusion”), a Dracula with an unexplainable voice echo and a flaming ring and a Frankenstein monster with a face like a burnt marshmallow, not to mention hippies with fright wigs, washed-up hipsters (who really say, ”It’s not my bag”), badly staged LSD trips, misplaced cycle gangs (somebody stole Russ Tamblyn’s movie!), and Lord knows what else (of yeah, don’t forget the midget with the worst death scene in screen history)! It made me fall in love with all things Al Adamson. Tell your family you’ve got a traditional Halloween movie for them to see with Lon Chaney, Jr., and then watch their jaws drop!

c) Last but not least is what has to be the strangest religious film ever conceived, much less completed – “If Footmen Tire You, What Will Horses Do” (1971). It was conceived by no less than the “first family of drive-in exploitation”, Ron and the Ormond family (who gave us “The Monster and the Stripper”, “The Mesa of Lost Women”, etc.). After their conversion to Christianity after a brush with death, they wanted to apply their “talents” to their faith, and hooked up with firebrand Mississippi Baptist preacher, Estus Pirkle, who was famous for a sermon warning of the invasion of America by Cuban communists if it did not repent. He thought they were going to just film his sermon, but instead he got an Ormond bonanza of re-enacted violence, including Baptist parishioners getting massacred by machine gun-toting Ruskies, a father tortured with pitchforks, and even a child being decapitated (by the main antagonist, “The Commisar”, as played by Cecil Scaife, best known as the PR man for Elvis Presley and Sun Records). This bizarre film, which could NEVER be made today, filled the altars with repentant youth everywhere it was shown (resulting in the largest mass ”Kindertrauma” in history!). The Ormonds went on to make some similar pictures, such as “The Grim Reaper” and “The Burning Hell”, and his son, filmmaker Tim Ormond, can be heard in an interview on my Future Quake radio show archives.

5. Send us to five places on the Internet!

a) I invite all Traumateers to join me at the site of my recent radio program, Future Quake! It has seven years of archived interviews and shows with people like filmmaker Tim Ormond, Joe Bob Briggs, and REAL horror topics like the Nephilim, occult workings in society, mind control, and similar topics by real experts in the field, all while having a great time! Like I and my co-host Tom Bionic say, “There’s something there to offend everybody!” It comes from a Christian perspective, but it’s like nothing you’ve ever heard from a pulpit, featuring topics and guests you wish they would talk about but never hear. Afterwards, drop an email to ol’ Doc!

b)If the topics on that site are not scary enough for you, then check out the shows on the web site where REAL horror hangs out, at SHATTER THE DARKNESS. This pastor is an expert on Satanic cults for the FBI and police, and regularly deals with submerged sub-personality people in mind-control cults, sleep paralysis, the demon possessed and much worse. Nothing rattles his cage! Listen to him explain the awaiting “Black Awakening” the demon-possessed warn will soon come. Find out how much horror is REAL, under our noses, and more horrible than our imaginations! Listening to his show will be informative, but forget sleeping for a few nights afterwards. If the “dark stuff” has got you down, he is DEFINITELY the man to see!

c) Another friend runs a podcast a little more “kindler and gentler” – Adam Sayne’s “Conspirinormal”. If ghosts and the paranormal are your thing, Adam is well educated in the field, and his guests are first rate. His discussions stay cutting edge in the field. Good luck stumping him on the topics! Worth a regular listen.

d) For a different kind of “horror”- the real kind administered by thuggish police and authority forces run amok – check out the best writer on the Web, Will Grigg and the “Pro Libertate” site []. With a razor wit and insight, he will show you the REAL horrors in your own community, and challenge YOU to be the hero or heroine in this story. A warning – his writing is addictive.

e) The last recommendation is frivolous, on a lighter note – it’s a page I am truly addicted to, but pertinent to this site – “The Worst Ever Halloween Costumes”. If you are not familiar with it, you will make it a regular visit, at least every Halloween!

That’s all for Doc for now – come drop by my website when you can, and until then, I’ll keep “Traumatizing” every day here with each of you!

Traumafession:: Cheez Napkin on Flash Gordon (1980) & Zarkov’s Memory Wipe

For almost a decade I had no idea what movie this scene was from.It wasn’t until I caught the film on HBO one night about a year ago that I finally did. I had a vague memory of seeing it as a child, I couldn’t have been older than 9 and it was playing on the Sci-Fi network, which I rarely watched, but there was nothing on that night and I was really bored. I happened to turn it on right in the middle of the scene where Ming erases Dr. Zarkov’s memory.

I felt like I was watching some kind of bizarre student film, even now it seems out of place in a movie as campy and lighthearted as Flash Gordon. It went all the way from his resignation from NASA, to memories of his former wife “BRENDA!” drowning in a swimming pool (looking back this scene just makes me laugh. a grown woman drowns in a swimming pool, at a party no less, and no one jumps in to save her? maybe they were all too drunk to notice) to holocaust flashbacks, memories of his family and (gross) his own birth. For years I assumed it was from Ken Russel’s Altered States, which came out the same year and had similar surreal imagery. It never crossed my mind that it was from the campy sci-fi movie that Queen composed the music to.

It was one of the creepiest and most confusing things I had ever witnessed. I turned it on right in the middle of one of his flashbacks and I had no idea what was happening. Were these nightmares? Was he being brainwashed? It wasn’t until I rewatched the scene years later that I understood what was going on. And even when I did figure it out, I still didn’t entirely understand it.