posts tagged with: nightmares
As a child, I had a nightmare vision that was horribly similar to this, only on a much smaller scale.
Via theremina:
by Roberto Kusterle
Jerktumor has been contacting people with letters, cards, and (now) phone calls. He does this despite promising not to contact them anymore, and despite never receiving a response from them.
It reminds me of the months that I was avoiding him, and he said he would leave me alone and move on, yet would keep turning up at places he knew I would be, despite my repeated attempts to ignore/avoid him.
We all know how that turned out.
Anyway, if he’s contacting you, be careful. He’s not harmless. I don’t know if there’s anything the authorities can do to get him to leave you alone, but there’s a whole lot more chance of them doing it now, while he’s behind bars than later, when he’s not.
Stay safe.
If Warren Ellis is right and this is just a marketing stunt, it’s a damn inventive one that knows how to push all my heeby-jeeby buttons.
From January 2006 until today, at least 2000 people have claimed they have seen this man in their dreams, in many cities all over the world: Los Angeles, Berlin, Sao Paulo, Tehran, Beijing, Rome, Barcelona, Stockholm, Paris, New Dehli, Moskow etc.
At the moment there is no ascertained relation or common trait among the people that have dreamed of seeing this man. Moreover, no living man has ever been recognized as resembling the man of the portrait by the people who have seen this man in their dreams.
There are lots of dreams and drawings on the site, but this dream in particular was too fun to ignore:
“I have never had homosexual relationships or even fantasies. But I dream about having sexing with this man all the time. I must admit he has a lot of imagination and he pleases me. Sometimes when I wake up I discover I have had a nocturnal emission.”
Once when I was a child I experienced an instance of sleep paralysis in which a hypnopompic vision of a giant, green, glowing, disembodied, face hovered feet above my supine position. Think Wizard of Oz, only much more threatening.
I saw Warren’s link and was terrified it would be the same man…
It wasn’t. My guy was much more bald, and much more wrinkly.
Phew.
Anyway, the domain is registered to a guerrigliamarketing.it email, so Warren’s probably right.
I guarantee that this is not what you expect.
Via VideoSift
Over the last few days, spooky occurrences have been occurring.
On Friday night the cats were freaking out, chasing absolutely nothing with great glee around the living room. I know, cats often do that… only this time, the imaginary things they were chasing appeared to be in mid air, and my cats do not normally do that. At one point, one of Dexter’s hallucinations must have landed near my legs, because he just sat in front of me staring at them for a few minutes. As this was happening, I noted a draft which had not been there before against my ankles, but I didn’t think much of it at the time.
Saturday night, after returning from the VNV Nation concert in Rochester and listening to Art Bell talk about shadow people (which I’ve been familiar with and fascinated by for several months) during the car ride home, we decided to amuse ourselves by sharing first and second hand ghost stories (hearing other people’s purportedly true tales of the paranormal is something I’ve always loved).
This led to a discussion of Hypnogogia, which both Krissy and I have experienced in the past, and a realization that both of us not only share the general experience, but a specific manifestation. Both of us, she as a child and I as a teenager, have ‘woken’ to see the disembodied green face of an old man hovering above our beds, vivid at first and fading into the distance. This, of course, was a rather odd coincidence, and more than a touch creepy, and led us to wonder whether this is a common experience (I later found out that another friend has had a similar experience, only the face he saw was of someone he knew that had died).
Krissy later told me that as this conversation was occurring she saw a floating grey orb near us, and when she looked at me to see if I saw it too, I was apparently staring at it, though I don’t recall seeing anything at the time.
Which brings us to last night, and the spookiest occurrence to date. I was preparing for bed and I went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, and starting cleaning up. As I examined myself in the mirror, I heard one of the cats playing with the shower curtain in the bathtub behind me, batting at the curtain and pulling it along the pole slightly. This in itself isn’t odd, so I ignored it, carrying on with my business. When I later turned behind me to look to see if the cat, now quiet, was ready to leave the room, there was no cat.
I, surprisingly, wasn’t that freaked out at first (though I did finish cleaning up with the door open after that). Though soon every time I looked into the mirror it was with a sense of dread, partly expecting to see something standing in the tub behind me, or the shower curtain moving of its own accord.
The observant will surely note that this seems tailor-made to freak me out, given my favorite childhood nightmare. Krissy noted that not only did this involve mirrors, but also cats, who also featured prominently in said nightmare.
… babies are parasites – alien entities growing inside of you, tapping into your blood supply to steal precious bodily fluids nutrients and oxygen until one day they burst forth in a sea of blood, inflicting unspeakable pain on their unfortunate host organism… Pain that lasts for up to eighteen years, in many cases.
Anyway, no big surprise here, but the placentas are in on it, too. They enable the infection, both by acting as a bridge between the parasite and host organism (transporting the aforementioned stolen nutrients) and by suppressing the host’s immune response, in much the same way as some terrestrial parasites.
One day they’ll surely discover further controlling substances these alien entities use to bend hosts to their whims- possibly some chemical exuded throughout the larval stages, causing the hosts to not only tolerate the parasite, but to sink large amounts of time and money into ensuring the thing’s well-being, despite the affect it has on the host’s own quality of life.
We must remain vigilant! By the time infection can be detected by science it may already be too late… and the host may no longer even desire a cure. Every day, this plague claims more lives. It doesn’t have to. There is a better way.
Via Neatorama.