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Post by MasterSnit on Oct 29, 2008 18:17:14 GMT -5
Halloween is approaching... big deal.
On a somewhat related note though, what is the creepiest or scariest thing that has ever happened to you?
I struggle to think of a moment myself when I was consumed by dread but I have certainly been scared once or twice.
Right now I can only really think of some dreams I've had. One recurring dream that I have, although I've not had it in some time, is when I'm at home one dull winters day, it's just beginning to get dark outside and out the window I see a man standing about maybe 25 feet away looking around like he is plotting something.
I am instantly wary of him and I begin to peek out at him and realise that as he is looking around he is also looking back at the house. I walk about for a few minutes trying to figure out what to do before going back to the window to see if he is still there. I look out and he is not where he was when I last looked so I step out in front of the window thinking he might be gone, but as I do I realise that he is not gone, he is now standing about 10 feet away and he is looking me dead in the eye. The feeling I get when I see him looking right at me is impossible to describe, the epicentre of the feeling is in my stomach but the vibrations run through my whole body.
Upon seeing me, the man, who I can now see is quite old, maybe about 70 years old, has white hair and a sharp focus on his face. I jump back from the window not knowing what to do and I hear footsteps getting closer and the old man knocks on the door. I start to panic a little.
No way am I going to open the door to him, and I try to remember if the door is locked. Throughout it all I am very aware of the fact that the rest of my family are in the house but I do not want to alarm them. The man keeps knocking on the door but I keep ignoring him.
The dream gets a bit fuzzy after this point, sometimes he gives up and leaves and other times he keeps knocking until I wake up but the dream always bothers me for a while when I wake up after it.
As for real life frights I am struggling to think of things right now. What about you guys?
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Post by Velkontés on Oct 29, 2008 18:39:52 GMT -5
Let me interpret that dream for you:
it means you are gay.
I had a really weird epic soap opera dream a few days ago. Seriously, there were like fifteen parts to it, huge cast of characters, but the central theme being that I was staying at my girlfriend's enormous mansion (in real life V is single) and being freaked out by her exceedingly wealthy family. Hilarity ensues as I randomly try to escape and then decide to return on numerous occasions.
The most vivid part I remember was that I was jogging along, down along the coast, and I get to a tollbooth before a bridge. The bridge extends out as far as the eye can see. I ask the guy in the booth if I'm allowed to jog along the service catwalk - dunno why - but he points out that the bridge is 20 miles long and crosses the RIVER TAMAR to PORTSMOUTH. So I'd have to cross the bridge and then run 18 miles back to get to where I'm heading.
Any idiot knows that Portsmouth is nowhere near the River Tamar. wtf is that about? That was literally the first thing I thought when I woke up.
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Post by MasterSnit on Oct 29, 2008 18:51:31 GMT -5
Let me interpret that dream for you: it means you are gay. I knew that was coming! Places always seem to be wrong in dreams. I remember a dream I had a long time ago, I was probably about 10, where I was standing outside where I live and just looking about. In the distance, one after another I can see lots of landmarks from all over the world like Big Ben, then the Statue of Liberty, the pyramids, etc. |
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Post by Snitskyman2016 on Oct 29, 2008 19:52:57 GMT -5
I sometimes have dreams like that where I am some big distance where I need to be and start out driving but end up on a bike or running tirelessly at great speeds but never really get there.
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Post by Champ on Oct 30, 2008 5:08:38 GMT -5
One really scary dream I actually had last week. I had a dream someone just opened fire on me and I actually felt all the bullets just breaking through my chest and arms and right when I was about to drop dead I woke up with my heart pounding. That was fucked up. I really felt like I was taking the bullet hits and my body was going into major shock from being shot so bad. It was so realistic, like exactly how you would imagine what it would be like for someone to just light you up with a machine gun. My balls were in my throat when I woke up. I couldn't even get back to sleep right away
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Post by MasterSnit on Oct 31, 2008 15:23:13 GMT -5
Although probably not the most frightened I have been in real life, the only thing I can think of right now is this.
I was out hiking a number of months back, it was actually the Sunday of WrestleMania. There was still lots of snow on the mountains and it was really cold, after a while we had reached the summit and kept going as there is supposedly a wreck of a fighter plane from the second world war on the mountains. The conditions were just too much though, the snow was sapping lots of energy so we decided to head back, though in a different direction than the way we had came. After a while we stopped to figure out where we were, I walked maybe 20 feet in one direction, again through the deep snow and found myself staring down at a huge loch, hundreds of feet right down from where I was standing. I can still feel my stomach churn when I think of that, especially now as anything could have been under the snow and I easily could have slipped. I gingerly eased myself back and nothing happened but that moment I realised I was on a ledge still lingers with me.
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Post by MasterSnit on Nov 9, 2008 16:03:53 GMT -5
Talking of dreams, I had my first ever Zombie dream last night. Zombie's don't really do much for me although I have seen some films. I dreamt the predictable plot where everyone was turning into zombies, England and Wales had been zombified and they were now spreading north into Scotland. After a few heart-pounding chases I managed to get everyone into a car and, in a brilliant move if I don't say so myself, I drove north west, stole a boat and sailed over to an island. Zombies, as far as I know, can't swim. So I was safe.
Me 1 - 0 Zombies.
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Post by Champ on Nov 10, 2008 16:25:41 GMT -5
You pedigreed the zombies and no sold them like Trips in a promo
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Post by Velkontés on Nov 10, 2008 19:01:49 GMT -5
Talking of dreams, I had my first ever Zombie dream last night. Zombie's don't really do much for me although I have seen some films. I dreamt the predictable plot where everyone was turning into zombies, England and Wales had been zombified and they were now spreading north into Scotland. After a few heart-pounding chases I managed to get everyone into a car and, in a brilliant move if I don't say so myself, I drove north west, stole a boat and sailed over to an island. Zombies, as far as I know, can't swim. So I was safe. Me 1 - 0 Zombies. Strangely enough, I had a similar dream at the weekend. Except it was the Nazis. And it wasn't Generic Bad Guys, it was definitely the Nazis. They'd invaded the UK. I remember starting off in London, stuff was being blown up, and I managed to escape to the coast, where I was part of group who were planning on escaping via boat to some ridiculously remote south Atlantic island. (It might be relevant that I have a fantasy of living somewhere like that, like the Falkland Islands for example, for a year.) I had to rescue my girlfriend (again, in real life V does not have a girlfriend) from a nearby town using some kind of Inspector Gadget helicopter back pack thing, so I guess this dream was set in the future. She was unconconscious when I found her. The Nazis were closing in on this town, and I think there was the prospect of a nuclear exchange in the near future (there always fucking is in my dreams). Anyway, we all bundled onto this boat, when I realised that it wasn't in the best of shape, and this island we were heading for was insanely far away, at which point I woke up. Then I realised that we were never going to make it and the point was to die at sea rather than die at the hand of the Nazis or a nuclear weapon. Happy times. |
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Post by Snitskyman2016 on Nov 10, 2008 20:38:53 GMT -5
what it would be like for someone to just light you up with a machine gun. My balls were in my throat when I woke up. I couldn't even get back to sleep right away Dreams of being shot mean that you are gay. lol |
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Post by Champ on Nov 10, 2008 23:58:49 GMT -5
I always thought if you are dreaming you're eating a giant marshmellow and wake up biting your pillow you're gay
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Post by MasterSnit on Nov 11, 2008 16:57:53 GMT -5
A wee while back, I was having dreams often where I was stuck in warzones.
I've often wondered exactly how the Nazi's identified who were Jews, and who weren't. The long curly beards on some of them would give it away, but you can't really just look at most Jewish people and know that they are Jewish.
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Post by Champ on Nov 11, 2008 19:04:49 GMT -5
I'm sure a lot of nationalities got killed. They're Nazis, they could care less if you were innocent or not a Jew
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Post by MasterSnit on Nov 12, 2008 15:16:43 GMT -5
If the Nazi's had won I wonder if everyone of earth would be blonde haired and blue eyed by now. That would be weird, it would be like living in the village of the damned all over the place.
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Post by Champ on Nov 12, 2008 17:20:21 GMT -5
They were fucked up people. They might have been worse than terrorists because they hated everybody and no race or nationality was exempt. Obviously with terrorism, no one is safe but they aren't as powerful as the nazis
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