Monday, 12 January 2009
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My Scariest Nightmare - The Uninvited Contest
Wow, there's a nifty signature at the bottom of this. You should click on it.
Now I am totally tempted to make something up, because I don't really HAVE scary nightmares that are actually scary nightmares in hindsight. The dreams that are scary in hindsight are generally the ones that don't scare me at all, just other people. Or maybe that's the whole pain thing. Could be that dreaming about a sword peircing your stomach and being twisted just sort of creeps some people out.
Yes, I would make something uber creepy and special, get a lot of recommendations (maybe. probably not) and sell the tickets or whatever to the Uninvited
toon ebay. However that works. I mean, I'm at a disadvantage, here, and not only that, but it's not like it's in the RULEs not to make something up (for obvious reasons- I mean, how do you check for made-up dreams? They're all made up in the first place, right?)But I can come up with some pretty creepy shit. And in all honesty, I'm not really interested in the Uninvited. I don't know what it's about for starters, and secondly I live in a really small town that is technicly a farming suburbs on the outskirts of a small-but-not-as-small university town, so I wouldn't be able to use it.
Okay, I'm a little off topic here. This is supposed to be about a scariest night mare, right? Oh god, can I just make something up? This is just too embarrassing. . . I mean. . . the really scary one has raccoon tailed banshees for crying out loud, but since I can't really remember it, I have to go with the really simply stupid one.
Which also has a messenger of death in it that scares the crap out of me not because it's targeting me but because it's targeting someone else.
The first time it was the dream-manifestations husband. This time I was a caretaker, and it was after this old lady I'd befriended. Why the fuck would I be a caretaker? Anyway, it knocked on the door and she insisted I see who it was even though I already had a baaaaad feeling about it, so I eventually opened the door, ready to tell whoever was there to get the fuck off the property we're not buying anything, and there's this cheerful ghost thing- except it's not cheerful for anyone but itself and it just sort of hangs there, this gaping mouth and bug-eyed expression. It's totally white, naturally, because my subconcious ironicly happens to be less creative about scary things than my concious, wtf. So then I slam the door and lock it and panic and I wake up and I don't want to go back to sleep cause I'm afraid the ghost thing is going to come and eat my head. Not all of me, just my brain and skull and face.
Okay, it's done. I'm afraid of the dark. SO WHAT?
kthnxbai. Have a good day.
I just blogged about my scariest nightmare to enter The Uninvited Scariest Nightmare Contest for 1,000 credits. You can earn free credits too! Brought to you by The Uninvited - In Theaters January 30th.
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