Upon reading this novel for the past two days, naturally my subconscious embeds the images portrayed in what I found to be one of the more terrifying scenes in the first volume. In other words, I had a nightmare just last night about when the monster created by Frankenstein first opens its eyes and comes to life. To briefly describe my dream, all the assembled parts for the monster were laying in a pile, then came together with no assistance from any other animated life form. Immediately, it cut to his eyes opening and I awoke from that. I was paralyzed, knowing what was to come as the remnants of the dream lingered fresh in my mind. While moving parts from corpses is terrifying enough, I had a moment to reflect on the terror Victor was inflicted with upon realizing what he had done.
Something so incredibly inconceivable as reanimating life from that which has been lifeless gives him a terrifying notion of what he is capable of. Getting so caught up in something that should be impossible and yet being able to achieve it produces a great burden. I question as to what I would do with that knowledge and ability. Would the same result occur? Would I be driven into a similar state of being?
Honestly, upon reflection after reading this volume of the novel, the idea terrifies me. I would feel as though I was messing around with something far greater than myself, and the consequences would be dire, as they appear to be in the novel. It would be comparable to a nightmare.
