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Wake up wake up don't sleep
trentsteel
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There's some animal scratching at our door.
A woman is frantically whispering in my ear, "Wake up, wake up, you can't sleep. Don't sleep tonight. YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP."
So after several, "LOL you were still dreaming and didn't actually wake up" attempts I finally woke up with a sense of supreme urgency, checked the front door and all my roommates and am now sitting here all freaked out.
So, tell me your nightmares.
A woman is frantically whispering in my ear, "Wake up, wake up, you can't sleep. Don't sleep tonight. YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP."
So after several, "LOL you were still dreaming and didn't actually wake up" attempts I finally woke up with a sense of supreme urgency, checked the front door and all my roommates and am now sitting here all freaked out.
So, tell me your nightmares.
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I have sex dreams about your mom too.
They are pretty nightmarish.
okay that is pretty damn creepy
got goosebumps reading that
I made a TD for iphone and windows phone!
Kermit the frog was dressed as a detective as well, standing next to a tree at the edge of a forest with "Crime Scene" tape all around it.
A muppet was lying there in pieces, all cut up with dried blood in the leaves around him.
Kermit was serious as cancer.
"It happened again," he told me.
I was fucking eight when I dreamt this.
I made a TD for iphone and windows phone!
I woke up naked and covered in vomit.
Yeah, I dont know.
Do you know whose vomit it was?
You can't really dust for vomit.
hasn't happened in a while, fortunately
I woke in a cold sweat. No more cheese before bed.
Pretty much all of my fears bundled into one convenient little nightmare package.
Man you'd be terrible at classy parties..
GOD DAMMIT
"Hey dad, what's this tape?"
"Dawn of the Dead, want to watch it?"
"Okay!"
Cue recurring zombie nightmares from ages 7-16.
Usually in dreams when something is coming at me with intent to eat me it fucks with me for a little while before I die and wake up, but in this particular situation I woke up before it got anywhere near me. I'm pretty sure I died of fucking fright.
I'm like really scared of sharks.
It's late at night, and I'm standing in front of an old plantation-style southern mansion, in the bushes. The moon isn't out, and the only light is coming from inside.
I'm inside, laying in a bed. The room is windowless, silent, empty, and twice as big as a room should be. One of the walls- an interior wall, adjacent to a hallway, is actually a set of folding doors, with large slants cut into it. There's a dim, yellow light in the hallway, casting striped shadows into the room.
The light moves through the hallway. The slants are angled such that I can't see the actual light source, only the shifting rectangles it casts into the room. I'm struggling to get out of bed, but I'm trapped under the blanket.
I look up, and there's a square light fixture on the ceiling casting the same dim, yellow light. It's the type where the light is concealed behind an opaque piece of glass, indirectly lighting the room. The hallway is dark.
The fixture starts to move along the ceiling, to the far wall. As I'm watching it move, I can see the image of a screaming face cast by the light, obscured behind the glass. When it gets to the top edge of the wall, it slides downward, the footboard of the bed blocking my view of it. I know it's moving towards the bed, though; the shadows in the room shift. I can see the shadows of chairs, a desk, and stuffed toys upon the walls, though I know those things aren't in the room. The light moves up the end up the bed and onto the covers, on top of my feet. The glass stops, and the face slides out from under it. It's as if it's being projected on the bed, with no visible depth to it. It moves up to my chest, and screams.
I'm outside the house on a porch, looking through a screen door into the bedroom. I can see myself in the bed. The face stops screaming, and slides down the bed towards me. I run down the porch steps and look backwards, watching the face twist and contort in pain as it moves along the ground after me.
Just recently, however, I had a nightmare... about two months ago that was unrelated to aviation. The funny thing is that I can't remember what it was about but I actually woke up, bolted right up in bed. It's the first time in about 20 years I've had a nightmare like that. Luckily I sleep alone otherwise whoever was with me might have been hurt. I've been trying to remember what it was about and I can't, but I do know that my nightmares tend to be bad for "over-all creep" factor. Just a series of really, really terrible events one after the other.
-Robert E. Howard
Tower of the Elephant
My dad did the same thing to me with Alien.
...and my dad with Superman III.
what it was scary okay
but i havent seen the last king of scotland and i dont know anything about the guy so my brain substituted james earl jones from 'coming to america' in the place of forrest whitaker
and the scenario was that this brutal genocidal dictator was in exile and had lost all his money and power and ended up in america and had to live in some ghetto housing project because he couldnt afford anywhere else
and avon barkesdale, local drug kingpin and streetcat, sees him in the street and says some shit about how he runs this neighbourhood and doesnt care how powerful the dude was back in africa, because he doesnt have his army to back him up so in the ghetto he is nothing and should get used to someone else being in charge
maybe pushed him around a bit too, maybe knocked him to the ground
so dictator guy looks all weak, but avon didnt figure that the dude wasnt just powerful cos of the army, but also because he was a fucking scary nutcase. the next morning people get up and find avon tied up against the wall of his house, and dictators basically worked him over all night like some crazy surgeon. dudes stomach has been cut open and his digestive tract, still attached to his body, is pulled out and pinned out on the wall around him, intestines fanning out like the whole thing is a showpiece on display
and hes still awake and breathing. ends up all they can salvage is a small part of the intestine, so he ends up like that dude who tried to kill himself with drano or something, or like that girl who sat on the pool suction. you know, permanent eating difficulties and probably forever kinda weak, or frail. and very much put in his place by the last king of scotland/james earl jones
and that is why streetcats should not think that they are anywhere near as hard as a crazy dictator who has killed thousands of his own people
-Robert E. Howard
Tower of the Elephant
I'm lying in bed and see a light coming from outside my window. This is at like 6:00 AM so I'm not super suprised. But then I hear a sound coming towards the window as well, a sort of dragging step. It's important to note at this point that due to the angle my bed made with the wall and the small size of the window made it so I couldn't see directly out of it. I'm a little weirded out so I decide to go and investigate. And at this point realize that I can't move. I'm completely paralyzed besides my eyes and my mind. I want to shout to wake up my parents or sister, but I can barely even breathe. And all the while I can feel whatever is outside my window drawing closer. The strongest feeling of impending death and doom I've felt in my entire life, growing stronger by the minute, as the presense approaches. I feel like I'm going crazy or something because I feel entirely mentally alert and conscious, not at all in a dream like state.
To my ineffable relief, I hear my dad coming down the stairs to get to the garage and go to work; he usually checked on me before leaving. But for whatever reason, that day he didn't, and I couldn't do anything at all to draw him into the room and end this insane ordeal. I hear him get in his car and drive off, and still feel the absolute, unfiltered dread approaching. I am pretty much going crazy at this point, and then, suddenly, at the point I am sure some unknowable horror is about to burst in through my window, everything disappears. I'm just laying in my bed. I can move, I talk, I don't feel any strange "presense". But the thing was, I didn't go through any mental transition; there wasn't a "waking up" out of sleep. Which, at the time, left me confounded as to the reality of the experience.
Only much later, when browsing Wikipedia would I happen upon Hypnogogia, and realize that this was probably exactly what I'd experienced.
and my dog was sleeping in my room and found it necessary to wake me up twice during the night which it hasnt done at any other time so i guess maybe i was sleeptalking all night or somethin
stilnox?
-Robert E. Howard
Tower of the Elephant
Yeah. I also tended to drift in and out of sleep when I was on the patch, and I would get up in the morning with vague memories of waking up, doing incredibly strange things, and then passing back out.
I'm in the back seat of an old, broken car. There's four other guys in the car with me- three in the front, another in the rear. It looks like we're in the middle of a junkyard, but everything- the towering stacks of crushed metal, the dusty ground, and the clouded sky- is rusting. I can see the ground crack as we start to move, and it seems as if the clouds themselves are chipping away. We drive out of the junkyard and into the desert.
The world is lit oddly. It's dusk, but there's no sun. The light is coming from the brownish-red clouds above us, while the sky behind them is pitch black. Even though I can see long shadows being cast by an apparent sunset, it's as if the sky is a second light source, illuminating the darkness. Though I can see in the shadows, I don't know what it is I see.
We're driving down an old highway. The front windows are broken, and a dusty wind blinds me. I try to look at the man next to me, but he's dressed in countless layers of thick clothing. Everybody is wearing a hood over his head, including me. I'm sweating under my clothes, but the wind is freezing.
The driver starts talking about what we're going to do- where we'll go to gather supplies, how we'll find a shelter, how to fortify it, and so forth. I look out the window to better survey the world around.
The first thing that strikes me is how alien the landscape is. It's flat, but pockmarked with gullies, ditches, hills, and moguls. There isn't anything remarkable in the landscape, as far as the horizon. The highway is elevated a little bit, so I can see pretty far. But I see nothing.
The second thing I notice is that, in fact, I do see something. I see the ruins of buildings, dotting the landscape. The skeletal remains of skyscrapers and the crumbling walls of smaller structures stand isolated from eachother in this wasteland. The ruins aren't what concerns me- it's the desert. There's no rubble, no roads between each solitary ruin. Imagine someone going through the ruins of a city, and sweeping away all but a few isolated pockets of wreckage.
We pull off the highway and drive through the desert for some time, until we come upon a sort of square, five-story motel complex. Somebody says something about it being easily fortified, so we stop the car out "front" and get out. I say "front" because each side of the building is the same- rusted balconies and dirt-obscured windows. There aren't any doors or windows on the ground floor, and the only way we can get inside is through an alley leading into the inner courtyard.
We take some metal panels and boxes that were tied down on top of the car or in the trunk and enter the courtyard. I expect to see a pool, or patio, or something inside, but it's just a square patch of desert. There aren't any doors or windows on the inner walls of the first floor, either. It's like somebody built a foundation a story tall, but I know the walls are hollow. The building also seems taller from within the courtyard, perhaps three stories taller, boxing us in. The clouds overhead provide some light for our sanctary, but the corners are dark.
One of the guys sets up a sort of massive guillotine door over the alley, allowing us to close ourselves in if need be. The group starts talking about our plans for the next month, but I can't hear them. All I can do is look up at the floors above us. Though the windows are too dirty for me to see into, it feels like there's somebody in each room, looking down.
One of the guys tells me that we're going out for supplies. And by "we," I mean him and I. Three of the guys are staying behind. We head back down the alley, and get into the car. We go back to the highway and drive for some time, before going off the road into the desert again. Eventually, we find an abandoned supermarket, standing alone. There aren't any other ruins, and only the distant line of the highway tells me what direction I'm facing.
We stop the car, and my friend gets out to get the food and drinks we came here for. As soon as he steps through one of the broken windows and into the absolute darkness of the building, I feel alone. I wait for a long time before getting out of the car to find him.
I enter the building. Aside from some toppled shelves and broken register lines, there's nothing- no food, no friend. I wander through the isles, but it's all empty. I don't feel alone, though, so I leave.
I return to the car and drive back to the highway, and then to the motel. In the time I've been gone, my friends have managed to climb the outer wall and cover most of the windows and glass doors with old corrugated metal sheets. The second and third floors are mostly covered, and the balconies have been removed. I walk back down the alley, but the door they built earlier is closed. I bang on it and yell for somebody to open up and let me in.
The door opens, and I walk into the courtyard. Nobody is there. I look back down the alley, and the car is gone.
There's a door on the first floor. I go to it, open up, and enter the darkness.
yea howd you know
haha i have had some super fun times on that stuff
it's unreal
oh hey you live in australia too
is it prescription only or something?
can i just go to a pharmacy and ask for some?
because i dont wanna ask my mother for more, or for any details about it
prescription only
and it's been getting some pretty bad press, so doctors are fairly reluctant to hand out presciptions
so good a couple of years ago, used to be able to get repeats easy
have stilnox parties
even so though, you should be able to get some no problem. pull some bullshit spiel on stress of uni, and other sleeping pills make you nauseous, or whatnot.