Childhood Nightmares Visualized

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  Ego said:

This is pretty old, but I like them a lot.

 

I remember 2 returning nightmares from my childhood.

 

The mummy in some Tintin movie and comic book:

ooooh yeah, I was scary about that mummy to.. :embrassed:

  Atop said:

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that belongs in the nice tits thread. what a gorgeous breast.

i had a dream back in the day when i was about 5, i was in the laundry mat in our old apartments with my mom and she had left me because she had forgotten the soap, so i was watching the clothes.

next thing i know the fat boys walk into the laundry mat.

i am sitting on a washing machine and the darkest one comes up to me with a nail clipper with one of those filers in them with the file exposed, and has it in his hands and presses into my stomach into it and he says

"I'm gonna eat you"

yo nigga woke up scared as fuck.

but when i was little i used to hear bouncing balls in my head at night, chung chung chung chung!

i used to imagine that there was a huge red ball bouncing on the street.

I didn't have nightmares for most of my childhood, and now the dreams I have aren't scary until I'm telling them to someone.

the actual fat boys or just some fat boys?

  Producer Snafu said:

but when i was little i used to hear bouncing balls in my head at night, chung chung chung chung!

 

i used to imagine that there was a huge red ball bouncing on the street.

i used to have a similar thing, sounded like people walking outside

later i realized it was the blood vessels in my ears throbbing against the pillow, lol

My most vivid 'nightmare' started off where i'm sitting right now, late at night. All of a sudden i fell really hungry, as if i had the munchies. so i went upstairs to the kitchen to get some food. while i was upstairs i noticed the sky was a strange red color (this being like 3 am...), and there were some guys i knew from school in the street out front. I invited them all in for whatever reason, and they all sat around my kitchen table.

They started talking and being loud, and I began to worry they would wake my family who were sleeping upstairs.

The red glow in the sky got brighter, and suddenly everyone at the table went kind of limp, like rubber. Unmoving but still alive.

I didn't know what to do, so I dragged them (the rubber people) all into my front hallway, left them in a pile, and fell asleep on a couch.

When I "woke up" the next day, the parents of all the people who had been there were picking them up one by one, and everyone was very confused as to what had happened the previous night.

I was convinced that I had witnessed some kind of time-stopping event, and had seen something I wasn't supposed to. (A bit like Dark City).

As my day (still in this dream) progressed, I became increasingly paranoid that I was going insane as a result of the events, and at one point I was talking to someone, felt kinda tired and the next thing I knew, I was waking up with my face against the glass of some shop on the street near my house. I thought I had been talking to a mailbox and was going schizo.

THEN, I woke up for real, and wrote it down.

i think this thread gave me a nightmare last night, haha! i dreamt i was in the basement at my parents' house, with some family members, and the mailman's legs were visible outside the side door . . but he had some kind of baby-child strapped to him, its little bare legs were poking down. he put the doll-thing through the door and it lurched downstairs. it had no face, and sometimes it had no head. when it got downstairs it wandered jerkily for a few steps, ran out of steam and then collapsed on some boxes. pretty squeaky little dream, there.

Can't really remember any nightmares from my childhood, although I imagine they were probably something like this:

I do remember having a recurring dream, as a kid, about riding one of those sandworms from Dune. I think it had to do with me coming terms with the size of my penis.

Haha!

ARGH some serious NSFW shit going down in this thread on page 2 but, erm, luckily I'm not at work and just lying in my bed about to take a nap so thanks for that... whoa.

I think the original images are interesting, but a bit too... saccharine for me. I don't remember childhood ever being so cutesy but hey.

I had all the usual childhood fear dreams - tsunamis, volcanoes, Egyptian mummies, strange faceless people sat by the bed when you wake in the middle of the night.

But the most terrifying recurring dream of my childhood (I still get it sometimes and it freaks me the fuck out every time) was The Welsh Dream.

In my dream, I'd wake up, and overnight, the national language of Britain had been changed to Welsh. And everywhere I go, everyone I talk to, it's all in Welsh. All the road signs, everyone I try to speak to, they just speak Welsh at me. And I'm screaming and screaming and getting more and more upset going "I *KNOW* you speak English, you were speaking English just yesterday, for fucks sake, just talk to me!" but people just ignore me and shrug and carry on speaking Welsh.

It sounds completely ridiculous when I describe it, but it was completely terrifying when I was younger, I'd wake up screaming.

(I have been afraid of the Welsh ever since.)

the first one is pretty damn creepy but the rest look a bit too.. polished? maybe not the right word but theyre lacking something

There's some really sick photos in this thread, I just can't help wondering whether people go out and search for the sickest photos they can find, or they have them ready on their harddrives, researched and ready, poised for posting. Both are methods are very fucked up. Fucking sickos : P

  On 2/7/2010 at 9:10 AM, Z_B_Z said:

the first one is pretty damn creepy but the rest look a bit too.. polished? maybe not the right word but theyre lacking something

Yeah, perhaps polished is the word I'm looking for, rather than saccharine. They look too perfect, they don't have that strange warping and crazy non-euclidean geometry where the angles are all wrong that childhood nightmares (and really all dreams) have.

  On 2/7/2010 at 12:36 PM, Mesh Gear Fox said:

  On 2/7/2010 at 12:23 PM, Masonic Boom said:

  On 2/7/2010 at 9:10 AM, Z_B_Z said:

the first one is pretty damn creepy but the rest look a bit too.. polished? maybe not the right word but theyre lacking something

 

Yeah, perhaps polished is the word I'm looking for, rather than saccharine. They look too perfect, they don't have that strange warping and crazy non-euclidean geometry where the angles are all wrong that childhood nightmares (and really all dreams) have.

this is why a lot of surreal and abstract art is very nightmarish to me, I love it though. same with rocko's modern life (one of my favourite shows when I was younger), no two lines were parallel in that show.

Exactly. Not to bring Cthulhu back into all this, but I think that's something that HP Lovecraft really got on the nose, in terms of conjuring up an atmosphere of nightmare and terror - and also the German Expressionist masterpiece, the Cabinet of Dr Caligari calling up the world of a somnambulist by all those non-rectilinear lines. The scariest thing about the world of HP Lovecraft to me was that idea of impossible non-Euclidean architecture. Because that is the architecture of the dreamscape.

i still remember one from when i was 5. i...don't know how to ever say it

but i hate dreaming. dreams WANT me to be sad, scared or freaked out

when i was a kid and had nightmares, some of the bad ones were: me sitting next to my mom's bed playing and my mom would be in her bathroom brushing her teeth or something, and something would grab me from under the bed and i would scream and scream louder and louder but it was completely silent and i would die. another is i'm a little baby in a crib and the door is closed, room dark, then door busts open and a wild disgusting pig-midget would run in and start thrashing me through the crib-bars (i was scared of pigs till i was 10 or so). and probably the worst one i can remember is being chased around by my mom who was a "vampire" and wanted to kill me, her face was so horribly frightening, i'd run out of the garage, she'd be chasing me, and i'd end up running through the empty neighborhood screaming with nobody around except my violent insane mom trying to kill me...

  On 2/8/2010 at 11:18 AM, Mesh Gear Fox said:

  On 2/8/2010 at 6:02 AM, Calx Sherbet said:

but i hate dreaming. dreams WANT me to be sad, scared or freaked out

same, I rarely ever have a good dream. something in them always seems wrong and every thought I have that's like "what if this happened" happens only if it's negative. I'm sure a shrink would have a lot of fun with this.

Learn lucid dreaming techniques. Then you can take control of your nightmares and turn them into good dreams.