Justified & Ancient
- Jan 10, 2021
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This is how flying craft always are in my dreams. They fall, they swoop impossibly around and crash, they tilt perilously on their sides and start floating then crash....In real life I don’t have any issues with lifts (elevators). However, in dreams, I am terrified of them. They pretty much always turn into the lifts in the long demolished Dalton House in Risley, Warrington. Never had any issue with them when I worked in the building and would happily ride the paternosters as well.
in my dreams the lift always comes loose from the sides of the shaft and starts swaying on its cable. For some inexplicable reason the doors always disappear as well. Totally bonkers.
i have the same issues with aeroplanes in my dreams as well. They invariably crash.This is how flying craft always are in my dreams. They fall, they swoop impossibly around and crash, they tilt perilously on their sides and start floating then crash....
I didn't fear flying at first (it was awesome!) but I actually dislike it now. I don't think that's related to my dreams though-- it's wondering what odd noises the next plane will make (or where all that water that poured out of the drink fridge, onto the floor of the plane, is going!)
I think it's the UN Building, too.MEGAJESUS IS WATCHING YOU!!!
edited for spelling mega wrong lol
London Zoo 1953 Feeding the hungryWhen I was really little, I was terrified of hairbrushes and similar sized brushes for some reason (I very vaguely remember being afraid of them, but not why). This crazy fear stuck with me a while, or else I had a flashback of it one day in our back yard when I was 8 or 9--I saw a big cleaning brush that had been left laying out on the grass--and instantly raced back to the house screaming with fright, before I twigged to what it was. At first I thought it was a porcupine, which is a kind of wildlife not found in Appalachia.
I was read the 3 little pigs often as a young kid and in particular, the UK Ladybird version in the mid 70s. This particular edition was full of what I can only describe as utterly terrifying depictions of the wolf. It gives me the fear just searching the images on Google. I mean, come ON!!!!!
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And if this wasn't enough, researching to find the above picture dredged up another Ladybird horror, "The wolf and the 7 Little Kids". This lovely image is shortly after the billy-goat had performed some sort of Cronenbergian surgery on the wolf, placing rocks in it's abdomen. My mother actually used to read me this shit as I was about to go to sleep!!
Sleep tight folks!
"I still see his beady eyes, his grey quiff. He was so bristly, so smelly! He seemed to want more than my Mint Imperials . . . "Just don't piss it off...
!!! My old doberman (now in dobie heaven, waiting for me) once tangled with a porcupine. He looked just like that - but the stench from the porcupine spray was appalling, much worse than skunk spray. But $50 to the vet took care of everything. My dog continued to chase and attempt to kill anything that moved. BTW, that is a Godzilla sized porcupine.Just don't piss it off...
Or kapelaphobiaI just thought of one that spooked me as a little kid. I don't know where we were exactly (part of me thinks it may have been Virginia), I remember distinctly my dad and I driving around and we passed this weird looking water-tower. Now, I don't know if it's the same anywhere else, but towns in the U.S. like to have fun and paint weird things on them, etc.
This one for all the world, looked like a bowler hat and it just scared the bejebus out of me. Not sure why. Mayhap an instance of megalophobia?
Water-related weirdness has featured on here quite a lot. Large, still bodies of water, especially reservoirs, seem ominous. Canals can be the scenes of nightmares.this weird looking water-tower.
Aren't humans 70%+ water? Is this why I keep producing ectoplasm in my sleep?Water-related weirdness has featured on here quite a lot. Large, still bodies of water, especially reservoirs, seem ominous. Canals can be the scenes of nightmares.
Human diversions of water via sluices, weirs, mills, races, tanks and locks seem to attract more hauntings than natural streams.
If we extend it to cisterns, we get all those toilet-ghosts, who chase you downstairs. Not to mention those imperfectly-closed valves, which mutter and hiss at you for ages after flushing!
In my primary school, there was a storeroom - it was mainly a repository for old desks - where I might, occasionally, have to venture. By choice? By instruction? Maybe the horror of it led me to step inside from time to time, just to confirm how evil it felt. Kids do that.
It was a long, windowless place, essentially just a slice off the adjacent classroom; its main purpose appeared to be to accommodate a large header-tank, which occupied the top part of one end of the space. Water-noises would accompany any visit. It did not seem to leak but a dank air hung over the room; it was dispelled when the door was shut. All just a step away from a noisy class of kids!