Scarier than a zombie apocalypse
Current mood: disturbed
Category: disturbed Dreams and the Supernatural

I hate this dream, I don't really want to type this but I have to. A group of my friends and I are at my house in the stix having some beers. When we ran out we decided to pool some money together, head into town and pick up a few more. So three of us drive off in a beat to shit old pick-up. You know where Savannah, NY is? Well this town in my dream looked just like it, podunk town in the middle of nowhere. We park the shitbox and walk to the store. When I come up to the door, an old man goes to open it for me, but I insist that he allow me. He opens the door, than closes it in my face and just chuckles behind the glass. I thought, "Senile old jerk" and shrugged it off. The store has a patio deck and you'd think every cousin fucking redneck in town was sitting out there. To actually get into the store you have to walk through a doorway with no door. Now, this doorway is ridiculously small (especially since all the people I saw in town were fat as fuck) that only an emo kid could fit through. So I attempted to pass through anyway, but sitting next to this doorway is another old man. As I'm walking up the steps he sticks the boot of his cane in my face and takes it away really quick, then chuckles. I thought little of it as this guy was probably knocking on Death's door. When I start again, he stamps his cane in front me not letting me pass, then pulls it back to his side and chuckles again. I shrugged it off and chuckled with him. So I tried to enter this doorway sideways and couldn't get through(seriously, only little kids or anorexics could fit through here). So I said fuck it and began to walk away. At this point some obese bitch who's got no right to talk pipes up, "It's cuz yer short 'n fat". I could've said, "Look who's talking" but instead I said, "I'm not fat" and got all self conscious. Then some fat ass cornholing Grizzly Adams looking fuck wearing a brown plaid shirt and a red trucker hat said to me, "Why're you here? You don't belong here. You don't even wear camo or Adirondack"(whatever the fuck that meant). I had no reply so I headed for the door. Trucker hat guy says, "Want me to show you down that path?" and whips his cock out at me, to which I said, "Ugh, dude!" and used my hand as a blinder. I walked out the door and started down the road, I heard the door open behind me and someone step out, then another, and another. I glimpsed back from the side of my eyes and saw the trucker hat guy and two of his friends follow me. A feeling of dread overwhelmed me as I knew what was going to happen. I thought subconsciously, "I wish I had a knife or a gun" but I was slowly waking up because the fear was getting too great, then I felt the sweat on my face and my eyes opened.

I'd rather dream about getting torn apart by zombies.

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muppets
Current mood: geeky
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

This one's kind of short. There's not much to it. I'm at cabaret club or something like it watching the Max Rebo band and Doctor Teeth and the Electric Mayhem play that one song from Return of the Jedi(ya know in Jabba's Audience Chamber). Maybe you have no idea what I'm talking about. The point is... there is no point. The whole dream was just watching two muppet bands perform for Jabba the Hutt at a cabaret club. Yeah...I'm a dork.

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This gets nerdy...
Current mood: weird
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

So be forewarned. You know you've been playing too much of one video game when you start having dreams about it. This one changes pace and scenery fairly quickly. At first, I'm wandering over an open plain at sunset, giving in to my wanderlust. In the distance I spot a delapitated shack, so I decide to investigate. When I try to get closer I'm stopped by an invisible wall, but I don't give up. I follow this invisible wall until it gaps, which it eventually does. So I entered into this beat up old squat and begin to rifle through things just curious as to why there's an abandoned shack in the middle of nowhere on a plain. I don't come across anything special, so I leave. This is where the scenery shifts. Now I'm in someones house with a high elf and an orc. This high elf character is quite pleasent, however this orc is being a merciless dick. So this orc wants to take it outside, I follow. He challenges me(this is where it gets REALLY FUCKING NERDY), so I conjure a storm of fire and ice. Bolts of fire and snow begin falling from the sky and this orc becomes frozen, then charred. He's a stubborn bastard and doesn't know when he's been outmatched. So I froze him again and then punched him in the chest so hard he shattered into pieces. No more orc. So after I PKed that sucker I go back inside all excited and start telling people that it's snowing in June. Then I start walking down the streets of Seneca Falls making it snow. This is where the whole dream shifts except for one part, there's still snow on the ground. Okay, so now, I've magically transformed into Adam Sandler somehow and it's like I'm living in an alternate Billy Madison world. So I'm Adam Sandler trying to hook up with Miss Vaughn, basically practicing the "quiet cool" from Airheads(this shit is so weird). In the end she turns me down because I'm wearing a wife beater.

What the fuck.

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As of today...
Current mood: bored
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

I'm beginning a dream journal. It shall be this blog. So whenever I have a dream, whether it's bizzaro or not, I'll be posting it. Mostly this is for myself so I can remember the crazy shit that rolls through my head while I sleep. If I have a dreamless sleep, like I did last night, I'll try to remember an older dream. As a matter of fact I just thought of a few. I'll type one.

I had this dream a few years ago and it's still pretty fresh in my mind.

It's the middle of the night and the full moon is high in the sky. I'm running at full tilt through a thick fog in an open field of tall grass. Something is chasing me, I can hear it breathing heavily over my own gasps for air. I'm sweaty and exhausted, but I dare not stop. I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought. Through the fog I see an old run down barn, with rusted and broken farm equipment outside, covered in overgrowth. I hurry inside and try to find a place to hide. Looking frantically I found a flight of stairs leading up to the loft. I hide under them, balled up peering between the steps wondering what's chasing me. What finally comes into the barn saturates me in dread. The biggest, hairiest, most fearsome looking werewolf I'd ever seen, in movies, pictures anywhere. This thing looked so real. I froze in terror. Somehow, though, it found me. I began to run once more, I could feel my lungs on fire. I just made it outside of the barn when I fell flat on my face. I turned myself over and there was the werewolf towering over me, drool dripping from it's jowels. I looked into its eyes, then it killed me. I awoke just before I died.

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And yet another fucked up dream
Current mood: creative
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Okay, I'm going to tell you what I just told Josh. I'm working as a scientist in a CDC quarantine lab, where my colleagues and I are examining an alien parasite. We've got several specimens, all of which have human hosts save one. Ever played Starcraft? Remember the Zerg Overlord? Well the parasite without the host sort of looked like that, a floating organic sack with barbed tentacles drooping from its underside. Whilst working through a violent thunderstorm in the dead of night, someone had sabotaged the security systems of the lab. After a lightning strike, the power goes out and the security systems keeping the specimens in check (through an electrical charge that kept the host body paralyzed) shuts down. The head scientist, his assistant and I are in the examination room with the "overlord" and the door to its quarantine cell opens from the power outage. Luckily this thing didn't move very fast. The three of us freaked out and bolted down the hallway leading to the lobby and exit. Every door we came across was locked and security codes wouldn't work to open them. So we had to hotwire the damn things with this floating sack following behind. We barely make it each time when finally we come to the last door. Across from the door is another examination room. To our surprise there are three absolutely beautiful girls trapped inside this room...with and infected host. These girls are screaming for help, balling their eyes out, banging on the door pleading with terror in their hearts. They know they are going to die. While the doctor and his assistant are trying to hotwire the final door and the "overlord" slowly creeps down the hall after us, I try to hotwire the door to the examination room. Knowing that these girls are doomed, I tried to save them nonetheless. My efforts were futile, as each of them was ripped apart one by one. Doc finally got the door open and when we stepped through to the lobby....a gruesome sight to behold. Every person in the lab was ripped to shreds. Blood spatter was all across the walls, ceiling and floor. Body parts lay severed, and entrails strewn about violently. One image was particularly vivid. An expecting mother, about 8 months along, lay dead with a massive hole in her stomach. The baby chewed its way out of the womb. I saw it, the infected baby. It was walking. On two feet. It was talking already, asking to be fed, asking for it's mother. The assistant went to pick the newborn up, but I saved her from her own demise. "No! That thing isn't human! Stay away from it!" I grabbed her and held her back. The doc was working to get the main door open, I sent his assistant to him and I started looking for survivors. Being as silent as possible, I came across one. Her moment of survival was fleeting. She was infected, though the parasite hadn't taken control of her yet. This parasite attacks the mind. Drives you mad. Fills you with an uncontrollable bloodlust. The only thing you care about once it takes you, is killing and eating the flesh of your victim. Not just humans, either. If it bleeds, it's food. This thing also mutates your body, your skin begins to lump up, like giant tumors all over your body. Since it attacks the brain, it's like your in a fog at first, then the migraine starts, then the unquenchable fire behind your skull ignites. That burning drives you mad with hunger. This woman I found, the migraine was already well under way. I told her she was going to be fine, what else could I do? Tell her the truth? Oh sure, yeah don't worry, in about 3 minutes your brain's gonna feel like it's on fire and your going to become a murderous cannibal. Have a nice day. So I told her she was going to be fine. She was shaking, shaking from fear. She had witnessed everyone get slaughtered. She told me that one of the nurses exploded and a giant mushy sack was all that was left. She didn't see what happened after. But I knew. Now there were two of those things. Doc's assistant found me and told me he had the door open. As I stood up from kneeling near this infected woman she turned. I saw it in her eyes. I backed away swiftly, the assistant started running. She stood and began walking after me. Behind her three more out of fucking nowhere stand up and follow her. I ran toward the door. The infected woman said to me, "You can run all you like, I'm still gonna get your ass". They ran after me. I ran out the door with these things chasing behind. I could hear the doctor yelling, "NO! DON'T LET THEM OUT!" It was too late, these things...they ignored the doc and his assistant, they wanted me. Waiting outside in the pouring rain were heavily armed men. SWAT? National Guard? I'm not sure who. When they saw me and the things behind me, they opened fire. I awoke in a hot sweat after that first gunshot.

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Bizarre have been my dreams of late
Current mood: awake
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Which is no surprise. I'm always having some strange dream. Two nights ago I was playing checkers with Jimi Hendrix, whilst in the studio recording "Voodoo Child". I don't know the names of the rest of the members of the Experience but they were there in shape and name only, as they had blank faces. So we recorded "Voodoo Child" several times(while playing checkers, mind you) because Jimi didn't like how it was sounding. Everyone there got pissed off, yelled at Hendrix and left. I stayed behind, finished the recording and our game of checkers.

Now last night I was at some fucking Broadway production with Barack Obama, like we were old friends or something. After the play we went out to a nice fucking bar somewhere in Manhattan and had ourselves a few drinks. Obviously money was no object. I've never seen myself dressed so formally. I looked like a fucking politician. The whole night we were talking about rascism and attack campaigns in politics, which most of the time I was yelling about how rascists are ignorant and politics are not popularity contests and basis for slander. Now which brings me to the fucked up part of this dream. While barack and I are chillin at this pub he sees some mother fucker at the bar, leans over to me and mutters under his breath "faggot nigga" to which I almost shit myself and immediately woke up. If you get offended by that, lighten up. Not everyone's a bigot.

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God bless their souls
Current mood: drunk

I'm listening to Combichrist's "Godbless" and being that the only vocal tracks in this song are a roll call of psychopaths and serial killers, it has got me thinking about such amazing human beings. Think about it. Just imagine not knowing right from wrong. Not feeling the emotions of remorse, guilt, or regret. Imagine being able to do anything you want, no matter how depraved, immoral, sick, twisted, and perverted. Does it not instill in you a sense of true freedom? These people felt that; freedom. For them, it was true freedom. They did their unspeakable acts without such emotional restraints. Really think about it. In their minds, they were free in a sense. Now I'm sure some of them didn't think they were free. I'm sure a lot of them were prisoners within their own minds. But they were free from law. Free from the constraints laid upon us by a group of humans that think they know what's right and moral. What is right and moral? Good and Evil? They are, in essence, products of the same thing. One positive and one negative. Though some people don't register right and wrong, good and evil. They are truely free. Those people aren't held back by what society deems acceptable and unacceptable. I admire them. They are truely free.

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"Little Eddie"
Current mood: caffeinated

I recently read someones blog about Albert Fish and felt inspired to make a list of atrocities made by my personal favorite serial killer; Ed Gein. The list is fairly long so bear with it. I hope you have a decent constitution.

*A female body hung upside down by meathooks. The body was decapitated and sawed from the crotch to the chest, gutted like a deer.
*Four human noses in a cup.
*A pair of human lips rigged to a window shade so when the shade was up, the lips would pucker.
*Strips of human skin covering four chairs.
*A tom-tom drum made from a coffee can and human skin.
*Nine "dead skin masks" (great tune btw)
*A vest made from human skin.
*A pair of leggings made from human skin.
*A belt made from human nipples.
*Bracelets made from human skin.
*A purse with handles made from human skin.
*A human skull sawed off above the eyebrows; converted into a soup bowl.
*Nine severed female genitalia.
*A refrigerator, stocked with human organs.
*A Quaker Oats box filled with human "scraps."
*A four-post bed with a skull on each post.
*A wastebasket made of human skin.
*A lampshade made of human skin.
*And the head of Bernice Worden. The head was in a burlap bag, still steaming from the heat of the body. Nails were hammered into each ear canal. A three-foot long piece of twine wire was attached to the nails so the head could be hung up on the wall.


Well, I assume you've made it past the gruesome part, since you're reading this. So here's a few "Geiners" to lighten the mood.


-Why did they keep the heat on in Ed's house?

So the furniture wouldn't get goosebumps.

-Why did they let Ed out of jail for New Years Eve?

So he could dig up a date.

-Why did Ed's girlfriend stop dating him?

Because he was such a cut-up.



How about a funny little poem

There once was an old man named Ed
Who wouldn't take a woman to bed
When he wanted to fiddle
He cut out the middle
And hung the rest in his shed



Good Ol' Ed Gein. If it wasn't for this man, we wouldn't have the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Psycho, or The Silence of the Lambs. So thanks Eddie, Wisconsin and the world misses ya....I know I sure as hell do.

Currently listening : Funeral By Arcade Fire Release date: 14 September, 2004

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sleepless in new york
Current mood: annoyed

could be worse, right? i could be sleepless in seattle. though i like seattle, i hate that movie. tom hanks pisses me off(except in the burbs). my overanalytical brain seems to concentrate on nothing but one specific part of my life right now. and its very irritating. im the only one awake and i cant sleep because of my fucking brain and the shit that i think about. its not enough that i think of the negative, i have to think of every possible negative that could happen. im too fucking paranoid and i analyze and nit-pick any and all outcomes in a particular situation. this particular situation is nothing new. i block it out, cast it aside, i even at times come to sensible positive conclusions. but its all variable, there's no control to this experiment, if you will. its like "n" is floating in the equation that is my train of thought and im not entering in the correct values to balance the equation. nor am i getting the right answers, i feel like im failing a math test. i keep punching in the wrong digits into my calculator. its an open book test, my book is no where near me and i think i know the answers. does any of this make sense to anyone? am i just losing my fucking gourd? seriously, if you think im going crazy, tell me because it sure feels like i am. fuck. there are only two things that will make me feel better right now: something that i cant have at this moment, and ultra-violence which will put me in prison. i would love to take a lead pipe and just bash someones fucking skull in. i wanna send brains flying through the air and paint some poor suckers face with blood, skull fragments and gray matter. a bit of the old in-out, in-out would probably settle my nerves as well. we all know that aint happening. but if i was getting the nook, i wouldnt be typing this. delusional? sometimes. paranoid? hahahah, yeah. but think about all the fucked up cold shit that people do to eachother. if something can be avoided, it should be avoided. but here again lies the variable. how the fuck do i know? i dont. i can only speculate, and wonder, and analyze the possibility. if im right, it can be avoided. but if im wrong....im a fuck up. its the fact that there is no knowing, not yet at least. that i should just trust that the results of the experiment will come out positive. are you still following? are you lost yet? always in motion is the future, it is difficult to see. and yet i try to predict my own far too often, and when im not trying to see my future im dwelling on my past. the present is just a short moment in time, so mundane, so miniscule. the future, the past...they are vast and unending. there has always been a past and there always will be a future. the present comes and goes in a blink. and there are things once you do, they can never be undone. i fear that i may fuck up the future, but i also dont want the future to fuck me up either. stalemate. i just had a thought, "look foward to tomorrow and nothing more" HA! thats easy; tomorrow(today) im going up to albany with some ppl to see ben and alison, chill for a while and then go to a concert. that's something to look foward to, i know. but that doesnt happen everyday. well, ive gone and made myself tired. i still wish i had a human punching bag. i'd like to beat the bejeezus outta someone. ive been typing this blog for an hour and fifteen minutes. im going to sleep.

Currently listening : Antichrist By Gorgoroth Release date: 13 April, 1999

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A Dream
Current mood: awake
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

In the not too distant future, people won't be stargazing. People won't be taking romantic moonlit walks. People don't stay out at bars and clubs on a Friday night until 3 in the morning. Nightlife...doesn't exist. A nation-wide curfew was instated for your protection. New laws came into affect to make you feel safer at home. You were too god-damn afraid of your own shadow before; but now, now you've really got something to fear. Since World War I the military has been developing chemical weapons, and they've only been getting more and more efficient and deadly. What they had finally created makes Agent Orange and ZX seem like N2O.

As if the dusk til dawn curfew wasn't enough, only one thing could really make it worse. You see, the bastards in the government allowed the military to control gas lines. Every night at twilight they let their new chemical toy to seep into the air. A thick, white fog covers everything throughout the night, then is sucked back underground before sunrise. They've even got access to gas valves in people's homes. If they feel you're a threat...you know what happens. The gas is called ZM-B, it's not your average defoliant. You see, it doesn't just kill you in a gruesome way; you become undead. Sure, you're eyes will start burning, you'll get a crushing headache, it'll feel like someone is tightening a vice on your chest. You cough up blood, your ears and nose start bleeding. This all happens within 45 seconds, probably the most agonizing 45 seconds of your life. Most people don't even get a chance to fall over, they inhale the shit and BAM; they're walking dead. Needless to say few break curfew, but there are some that do. The idiots that aren't prepared, turn. Those with the proper equipment run wild. If there was an outbreak(and every once in a while, there is) the military sends in crack execution squads to mow down their victims, and clean up the mess before sunrise.


That's the background, and I can't finish the rest of the story right now. There'll be a conclusion to the madness my brain concocts, but that is for another time.

Currently listening : The Dethalbum By Dethklok Release date: 25 September, 2007

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