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Nightmares
Apr. 25th, 2008 12:17 amWhat nightmares did you have?
Do you still have them?
Were you afraid of the dark?
Are you still?
I have a horrid imagination and used to run through to me mom until I was about 12, I think. I suppose that's the intellectual's version of pissing the bed.
The 80s had some wonderfully terrifying movies, the Aliens lot, Gremlins I actually found scary as a kid, bits of the Last Starfighter shit me up. It all stuck with me when I went to bed, or went to the loo at night, or took a dark shortcut late at night.
I must have seen something about alligators at some point, because when I was seven, I was convinced that if I jumped down off my bunk to go to the loo, the floor was IN FACT a marsh full of demonic, red-eyed alligators, waiting for delicious child-flesh.
There's always something the other side of the darkened window, behind the next bush.
To this day, I freely hallucinate demonic black dogs tearing across the place, diving toward me if I walk across a field late at night (though I suppose that's more about my visual cortex than hangups, I like dogs but would happily kick the face off one if it tried to bite me).
Tell me your fears, livejournal.
Do you still have them?
Were you afraid of the dark?
Are you still?
I have a horrid imagination and used to run through to me mom until I was about 12, I think. I suppose that's the intellectual's version of pissing the bed.
The 80s had some wonderfully terrifying movies, the Aliens lot, Gremlins I actually found scary as a kid, bits of the Last Starfighter shit me up. It all stuck with me when I went to bed, or went to the loo at night, or took a dark shortcut late at night.
I must have seen something about alligators at some point, because when I was seven, I was convinced that if I jumped down off my bunk to go to the loo, the floor was IN FACT a marsh full of demonic, red-eyed alligators, waiting for delicious child-flesh.
There's always something the other side of the darkened window, behind the next bush.
To this day, I freely hallucinate demonic black dogs tearing across the place, diving toward me if I walk across a field late at night (though I suppose that's more about my visual cortex than hangups, I like dogs but would happily kick the face off one if it tried to bite me).
Tell me your fears, livejournal.
