Lately I've been having quasi-sleep paralysis? I've had full-on sleep paralysis before, but it stopped happening around the time I turned 20, so I know what that feels like.
I'll wake up in my darkened room and I'll be very groggy, but I don't have the feeling that I can't move my limbs, and most importantly I'll hallucinate someone in my room. Once it was a woman standing next to my bed, another time it was a man sitting over me on my bed. They always fade away after a second and some blinking. I would hallucinate creatures when I had sleep paralysis, but never just people.
The weirdest feeling is the fear response I get. When I'd have full-on sleep paralysis there was this strange, heightened sense of frantic fear in my head. It was distinct from the normal fear I feel in waking life, but with these new hallucinations I get a very normal fight-or-flight fear response.
I will say I enjoy those buzzfeed ghost hunting videos, due to the extreme sarcasm with which they are produced, but man buzzfeed needs to like...I dunno I do not think "I survived the Aurora shooting" is the same sort of spooky vibe as the Moth Man maybe I'm crazy
Broke as fuck in the style of the times. Gratitude is all that can return on your generosity.
I will say I enjoy those buzzfeed ghost hunting videos, due to the extreme sarcasm with which they are produced, but man buzzfeed needs to like...I dunno I do not think "I survived the Aurora shooting" is the same sort of spooky vibe as the Moth Man maybe I'm crazy
Yeah. They are kinda doing real life horror now and that stuff is a little too rough.
I will say I enjoy those buzzfeed ghost hunting videos, due to the extreme sarcasm with which they are produced, but man buzzfeed needs to like...I dunno I do not think "I survived the Aurora shooting" is the same sort of spooky vibe as the Moth Man maybe I'm crazy
Theres a podcast I listen to and it went from horror to true crime a short way in and the host kind of regrets that shift now
I have a podcast now. It's about video games and anime!Find it here.
The first episode of Last Podcast on the Left I listened to was the Joseph Mengele one, just after I found out a guy I know and have been very flirty with in the past disclosed to me he'd recently found out he may be blood-related to him, one of the worst, must evil people in the past century.
My friend was very distraught and I spent a good amount of time reassuring him he didn't have even a hint of a shadow of that kind of darkness in him that I could see.
Oh well I dont know if we get off that easy my friend almost all evidence strongly indicates Dr. Mengele was as human as you or Fred Rogers it's all very distasteful when considered at length
Broke as fuck in the style of the times. Gratitude is all that can return on your generosity.
You just believe that because of party politics. You'll find most of Groglax's supposed "crimes" are exaggerated by the survivors of his genocidal ravaging purges and slave harvests.
You just believe that because of party politics. You'll find most of Groglax's supposed "crimes" are exaggerated by the survivors of his genocidal ravaging purges and slave harvests.
How soon people forget about the Primordial Seven-Headed Herald of Woe. Which is for the best, I guess, since merely knowing its true name condemns your spirit to its many-mawed gullet.
You just believe that because of party politics. You'll find most of Groglax's supposed "crimes" are exaggerated by the survivors of his genocidal ravaging purges and slave harvests.
How soon people forget about the Primordial Seven-Headed Herald of Woe. Which is for the best, I guess, since merely knowing its true name condemns your spirit to its many-mawed gullet.
Agwahahfghsghhgghgh
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You just believe that because of party politics. You'll find most of Groglax's supposed "crimes" are exaggerated by the survivors of his genocidal ravaging purges and slave harvests.
How soon people forget about the Primordial Seven-Headed Herald of Woe. Which is for the best, I guess, since merely knowing its true name condemns your spirit to its many-mawed gullet.
You just believe that because of party politics. You'll find most of Groglax's supposed "crimes" are exaggerated by the survivors of his genocidal ravaging purges and slave harvests.
How soon people forget about the Primordial Seven-Headed Herald of Woe. Which is for the best, I guess, since merely knowing its true name condemns your spirit to its many-mawed gullet.
You mean Bob?
DON'T SPEAK HIS TRUE NAME YOU MADMAN! IT COULD SUMMON H-huuuukkkkkkkkkk
Librarian's ghostLibrarian, Ghostbuster, and TimSporkRegistered Userregular
Does anyone remember an SCP that was about, I think, a lost old Mickey Mouse cartoon that had like a melting background and skeletons and stuff? I can not find it.
You just believe that because of party politics. You'll find most of Groglax's supposed "crimes" are exaggerated by the survivors of his genocidal ravaging purges and slave harvests.
How soon people forget about the Primordial Seven-Headed Herald of Woe. Which is for the best, I guess, since merely knowing its true name condemns your spirit to its many-mawed gullet.
You mean Bob?
DON'T SPEAK HIS TRUE NAME YOU MADMAN! IT COULD SUMMON H-huuuukkkkkkkkkk
Listen all I was trying to say was Candlejack, I don't see what's such a big
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Does anyone remember an SCP that was about, I think, a lost old Mickey Mouse cartoon that had like a melting background and skeletons and stuff? I can not find it.
Does anyone remember an SCP that was about, I think, a lost old Mickey Mouse cartoon that had like a melting background and skeletons and stuff? I can not find it.
You just believe that because of party politics. You'll find most of Groglax's supposed "crimes" are exaggerated by the survivors of his genocidal ravaging purges and slave harvests.
How soon people forget about the Primordial Seven-Headed Herald of Woe. Which is for the best, I guess, since merely knowing its true name condemns your spirit to its many-mawed gullet.
You mean Bob?
DON'T SPEAK HIS TRUE NAME YOU MADMAN! IT COULD SUMMON H-huuuukkkkkkkkkk
Listen all I was trying to say was Candlejack, I don't see what's such a big
Saying Candlejack what a rook
I have a podcast now. It's about video games and anime!Find it here.
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Funny you ask that. I don't believe it's real, just made as a creepy pasta. But here's an 11 minute video explaining!
You just believe that because of party politics. You'll find most of Groglax's supposed "crimes" are exaggerated by the survivors of his genocidal ravaging purges and slave harvests.
How soon people forget about the Primordial Seven-Headed Herald of Woe. Which is for the best, I guess, since merely knowing its true name condemns your spirit to its many-mawed gullet.
You mean Bob?
DON'T SPEAK HIS TRUE NAME YOU MADMAN! IT COULD SUMMON H-huuuukkkkkkkkkk
Listen all I was trying to say was Candlejack, I don't see what's such a big
Saying Candlejack what a rook
Wait, are you not supposed to say candlejack out loud? Does som
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So the whole premise was a halloween contest with a bunch of people to see who could come up with the spookiest thing or item. It was fairly goofy in that dream manner. Like, it started out as a sort of Office-esque sitcom bit. My item was a bog standard haunted painting but it came with... a song? As sung by Stephen Colbert I think? Again, goofy dream stuff.
But what made this weird is I apparently came up with a fairly long, fully versed song in my head and when it was being sung the whole mood of the dream changed. I don't really remember the lyrics but it seemed to be about someone who died in the Great War singing about how he's dead and all.
The dream moved in dream manner from an auditorium full of costumed mooks to a sort of psuedo version of my grandparents house in the woods where I was standing out in the leaves, alone, and apparently now singing the song myself. The only part of the lyrics I remember was the main hook and what the song ended on:
Give a kiss to the devil
He visited me here just the other night
Which doesn't make any sense in context of the rest of the dream but I guess dreams rarely do. Anyway, that part was sang with such an ominous spookiness and the change in location was creepy enough that I got this major feeling of uneasiness that was enough to wake me up.
So the whole premise was a halloween contest with a bunch of people to see who could come up with the spookiest thing or item. It was fairly goofy in that dream manner. Like, it started out as a sort of Office-esque sitcom bit. My item was a bog standard haunted painting but it came with... a song? As sung by Stephen Colbert I think? Again, goofy dream stuff.
But what made this weird is I apparently came up with a fairly long, fully versed song in my head and when it was being sung the whole mood of the dream changed. I don't really remember the lyrics but it seemed to be about someone who died in the Great War singing about how he's dead and all.
The dream moved in dream manner from an auditorium full of costumed mooks to a sort of psuedo version of my grandparents house in the woods where I was standing out in the leaves, alone, and apparently now singing the song myself. The only part of the lyrics I remember was the main hook and what the song ended on:
Give a kiss to the devil
He visited me here just the other night
Which doesn't make any sense in context of the rest of the dream but I guess dreams rarely do. Anyway, that part was sang with such an ominous spookiness and the change in location was creepy enough that I got this major feeling of uneasiness that was enough to wake me up.
I looooove when our dream minds come up with creative works!
Once I dreamed up an opera, and I can still remember a pivotal scene where the heroine beheads the evil king (whom she nevertheless loves as a father) then sings the lines
"Let this black city run red with blood"
While a red rain falls on stage around the singer.
Someday I'm going to make a painting of it.
"If you divide the whole world into just enemies and friends, you'll end up destroying everything" --Nausicaa of the Valley of Wind
So the whole premise was a halloween contest with a bunch of people to see who could come up with the spookiest thing or item. It was fairly goofy in that dream manner. Like, it started out as a sort of Office-esque sitcom bit. My item was a bog standard haunted painting but it came with... a song? As sung by Stephen Colbert I think? Again, goofy dream stuff.
But what made this weird is I apparently came up with a fairly long, fully versed song in my head and when it was being sung the whole mood of the dream changed. I don't really remember the lyrics but it seemed to be about someone who died in the Great War singing about how he's dead and all.
The dream moved in dream manner from an auditorium full of costumed mooks to a sort of psuedo version of my grandparents house in the woods where I was standing out in the leaves, alone, and apparently now singing the song myself. The only part of the lyrics I remember was the main hook and what the song ended on:
Give a kiss to the devil
He visited me here just the other night
Which doesn't make any sense in context of the rest of the dream but I guess dreams rarely do. Anyway, that part was sang with such an ominous spookiness and the change in location was creepy enough that I got this major feeling of uneasiness that was enough to wake me up.
I looooove when our dream minds come up with creative works!
Once I dreamed up an opera, and I can still remember a pivotal scene where the heroine beheads the evil king (whom she nevertheless loves as a father) then sings the lines
"Let this black city run red with blood"
While a red rain falls on stage around the singer.
Someday I'm going to make a painting of it.
How very operatic
"Simple, real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time." -Mustrum Ridcully in Terry Pratchett's Hogfather p. 142 (HarperPrism 1996)
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#pipeCocky Stride, Musky odoursPope of Chili TownRegistered Userregular
I had a dream I've been adapting into a D&D campaign.
It was about an alien society that had two sentient rspecies, one strong and dumb, one smart and weak, and society was based on the smart class running everything and ruling and the strong class doing all the manual labour essentially as endentured servents.
Thing is they're both actually the same species, the smart ones have just been genetically engineering both races for centuries to stay in power. It would be a wonderful rise up rebellion story, but the party would have to figure it all out and pick a side
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I'll wake up in my darkened room and I'll be very groggy, but I don't have the feeling that I can't move my limbs, and most importantly I'll hallucinate someone in my room. Once it was a woman standing next to my bed, another time it was a man sitting over me on my bed. They always fade away after a second and some blinking. I would hallucinate creatures when I had sleep paralysis, but never just people.
The weirdest feeling is the fear response I get. When I'd have full-on sleep paralysis there was this strange, heightened sense of frantic fear in my head. It was distinct from the normal fear I feel in waking life, but with these new hallucinations I get a very normal fight-or-flight fear response.
https://www.paypal.me/hobnailtaylor
Yeah. They are kinda doing real life horror now and that stuff is a little too rough.
https://www.paypal.me/hobnailtaylor
Theres a podcast I listen to and it went from horror to true crime a short way in and the host kind of regrets that shift now
My friend was very distraught and I spent a good amount of time reassuring him he didn't have even a hint of a shadow of that kind of darkness in him that I could see.
he was not human
https://www.paypal.me/hobnailtaylor
He's a fascinating man, in the same way that cancer is really cool from a purely scientific perspective.
You just believe that because of party politics. You'll find most of Groglax's supposed "crimes" are exaggerated by the survivors of his genocidal ravaging purges and slave harvests.
How soon people forget about the Primordial Seven-Headed Herald of Woe. Which is for the best, I guess, since merely knowing its true name condemns your spirit to its many-mawed gullet.
Agwahahfghsghhgghgh
You mean Bob?
DON'T SPEAK HIS TRUE NAME YOU MADMAN! IT COULD SUMMON H-huuuukkkkkkkkkk
Listen all I was trying to say was Candlejack, I don't see what's such a big
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_h1dY66Rm4
Yeah that's it. What is it from?
Need some stuff designed or printed? I can help with that.
Saying Candlejack what a rook
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toh4RygMp4E
Wait, are you not supposed to say candlejack out loud? Does som
it's probably the worst thing I can think of.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lzk-l8Gm0MY
So the whole premise was a halloween contest with a bunch of people to see who could come up with the spookiest thing or item. It was fairly goofy in that dream manner. Like, it started out as a sort of Office-esque sitcom bit. My item was a bog standard haunted painting but it came with... a song? As sung by Stephen Colbert I think? Again, goofy dream stuff.
But what made this weird is I apparently came up with a fairly long, fully versed song in my head and when it was being sung the whole mood of the dream changed. I don't really remember the lyrics but it seemed to be about someone who died in the Great War singing about how he's dead and all.
The dream moved in dream manner from an auditorium full of costumed mooks to a sort of psuedo version of my grandparents house in the woods where I was standing out in the leaves, alone, and apparently now singing the song myself. The only part of the lyrics I remember was the main hook and what the song ended on:
Give a kiss to the devil
He visited me here just the other night
Which doesn't make any sense in context of the rest of the dream but I guess dreams rarely do. Anyway, that part was sang with such an ominous spookiness and the change in location was creepy enough that I got this major feeling of uneasiness that was enough to wake me up.
I looooove when our dream minds come up with creative works!
Once I dreamed up an opera, and I can still remember a pivotal scene where the heroine beheads the evil king (whom she nevertheless loves as a father) then sings the lines
"Let this black city run red with blood"
While a red rain falls on stage around the singer.
Someday I'm going to make a painting of it.
https://youtu.be/eDyTyszVyCM
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How very operatic
It was about an alien society that had two sentient rspecies, one strong and dumb, one smart and weak, and society was based on the smart class running everything and ruling and the strong class doing all the manual labour essentially as endentured servents.
Thing is they're both actually the same species, the smart ones have just been genetically engineering both races for centuries to stay in power. It would be a wonderful rise up rebellion story, but the party would have to figure it all out and pick a side
Need some stuff designed or printed? I can help with that.
Huh that's weird, me and my colleagues were talking about her the other day.....
Spooky
https://youtu.be/Iydy_E3rHGE
https://youtu.be/u0Lg9HygEJc
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