Trauma in Technicolor: Deconstructing the “Toy Story”-Like Vivid Nightmare
Introduction The flickering fluorescent lights cast a sickly sweet glow on Sheriff Woody’s face. His usually jovial smile, stretched taut over plastic, now seemed like a rictus of silent terror. The vibrant yellows and blues of Andy’s bedroom, once a haven of imaginative play, now pulsed with an unsettling, almost feverish intensity. Buzz Lightyear, normally…
