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Post by limbowoman on Oct 17, 2007 20:57:59 GMT -5
I have nightmares all the time and they haven't hurt me yet, plus you get used to the gore, and I've seen myself die in them plenty of times, so that one doesn't scare me much...
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Oct 17, 2007 21:49:02 GMT -5
Mine aren't particularly gorey. Well except that one with the fetuses. And the wired jaw leg eating. Those were fairly gorey. It's the personalities these things have that really get at me. Also Green Guy was sort of rotting and disgusting, that was a little wiggy.
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Post by limbowoman on Oct 18, 2007 21:12:36 GMT -5
It's annoying when you have that dream where you know everyone else is mad and you're not, but they won't listen to you...
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Post by Rick Garcia on Oct 18, 2007 22:00:22 GMT -5
How 'bout a dream where everyone is trying to kill you? >:3 And they're attempting to do so with a can of juice and some toast...
...Fetuses? What? oO
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Oct 18, 2007 23:02:07 GMT -5
Ehhh long story. The wired shut leg one is easier to explain. I fell asleep with my leg exposed (I'm kind of anal about have blankets up when I fall asleep) and dreamed that some pale creepy woman devoured that leg. She had her jaw wired shut so rather than biting and chewing, she was shaving strips of flesh off. And before I woke up she said "Don't forget to cover up." And yeah kind of even more retarded with my sheets/blankets now.
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Post by Rick Garcia on Oct 18, 2007 23:27:38 GMT -5
That's really... odd. And creepy all at once. For some strange reason, the creepy woman reminds me of Jacob's Ladder. Or Silent Hill. I probably would've been sleeping with a night light for a while after a dream like that. ^^;;
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Post by Joe Shmoe on Oct 19, 2007 12:09:56 GMT -5
Ehhh long story. The wired shut leg one is easier to explain. I fell asleep with my leg exposed (I'm kind of anal about have blankets up when I fall asleep) and dreamed that some pale creepy woman devoured that leg. She had her jaw wired shut so rather than biting and chewing, she was shaving strips of flesh off. And before I woke up she said "Don't forget to cover up." And yeah kind of even more retarded with my sheets/blankets now. We're in the same boat . But I thought that if I left my legs uncovered a ghost would pull me out of my bed and kill me.
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Oct 19, 2007 13:08:26 GMT -5
I didn't even have a reason for it before, it was just one of those things. Like keeping my closet door shut. Completly. NO CRACKS.
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Post by Aindel on Oct 19, 2007 18:37:58 GMT -5
Clover, I promise that if you come visit me, I'll cover the mirror panels on the back of my bedroom door (in my defense, I didn't put them there. They kinda came with the place). They can't get you if they can't see you're there! My sister had a dream once that she was laying paralyzed in a kiddie pool in the backyard as forest animals devoured her. To this day, she's still terrified of raccoons. Which I find endlessly amusing, because I think they're cute and fluffy.
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Post by Rick Garcia on Oct 19, 2007 18:44:29 GMT -5
Sure, the little coons are cute and fluffy, but they're vicious little sons of bitches. We've got raccoons over here, and I swear they're all after me. I was walking back to my dorm from one of my classes, and I hear this growling noise, so I look up and there's these two raccoons staring at me. The little bastards were growling at me! Then they started coming at me, so I turned to start running... ...Only to run into a tree. Turns out they only wanted to be fed, since they went through my bag and stole my Doritos while I was off to the side freaking out. D:< tl;dr: They wanted me for my foods.
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Oct 19, 2007 22:57:49 GMT -5
There's a sad excuse for a river near my house, over which is a bridge, beneath which dwell about 1,000 raccoons. Much of ages 7-12 involved me running like hell under that bridge. Because there wasn't anything better to do. I lost my pink wind breaker to the bastards one year. Also: way to remind me of the lemur dream, Aindel. End days, demon lemurs. I was back in high school and they were watching us rehearse some play from the rafters. They'd become fairly common place, you'd see them in trees while you were driving down the street or perched above the entryways of mini-marts. The only thing you had to do was avoid eye contact. If they saw your eyes, they saw into your soul and judged you. If you were found wanting they killed you in horrible ways only demon lemurs with clever, evil little hands can devise. And they couldn't die. One guy wigged when he caught one staring him in the face and snapped its neck when it came at him. The lemur got back up and crawled into his rib cage. VIVID, TERRIBLE DREAM H8 LEMURS
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Post by Rick Garcia on Oct 19, 2007 23:01:27 GMT -5
Demonic lemurs... Kickass! XD That'd be a shibby horror movie, you've gotta admit that much. Although... the rib cage? Christmas, that's... ick. Hell of a way to go.
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Oct 19, 2007 23:26:37 GMT -5
Yeah it just kinda latched on to him and dove in. They were crazy scary strong. There were some voodoo legends about them and the end days or something.
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Post by Clover on Oct 19, 2007 23:55:37 GMT -5
Melon, you have the wierdest dreams ever. Scary as hell, but wierd.
Aindel, I much appreciate it. Seriously. I have a holy terror of mirrors. So! Hallowe'en approaches! Squee!
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Post by Rick Garcia on Oct 20, 2007 0:44:41 GMT -5
Yay! *bought, like, 5 bags of candy today* Less than two weeks to go!
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