oh the horror, the horror
I HAD SUCH A CREEPY DREAM LAST NIGHT. There were also some things involving Gavin and Stacey and Male BFF and people wearing dressed made of feathers, so that was all right, but THE CREEPY BIT.
I was underwater in a very small but very deep lake - it was like the water body equivalent of a pint glass - and it was all cold and dark and quiet; I was about two thirds of the way down, but the water was so dark beneath me I still couldn't see the bottom. FORTUNATELY, this was one of those dreams where your subconscious forgets to consider the fact that you can't actually breath underwater, so drowning wasn't an issue.
What was an issue was that all these freaking corpses were appearing right on the edges of the light - they were all standing upright, as it were, in the water, and despite the fact that they weren't actually moving at all something was drawing them closer to the centre, ie ME. So I was trying to swim upwards to get away from them, but it was just sending me further down instead, until eventually all these corpses had me surrounded and they were coming right up close, reaching out to me. Now they were close enough that I could see that their eyes were covered by huge walnut shells. Also, perhaps more importantly, I could see that despite being very, very corpsey and dead, they were trying to talk to me.
So LIKE ANY SENSIBLE DREAM PERSON, I reached out to the closest corpse and took a walnut shell off of one of her eyes. And HEY SURPRISE, underneath the walnut shell her socket housed an eyeball sized ball of tiny, wriggling maggots. DOUBLE SURPRISE, removing one of the corpse's walnut shells was apparently the signal for all the other corpses' shells to pop off, sending this mass of maggots into the water. I think possibly the corpses were just skin suits with maggots inside, because THERE WAS A LOT OF THEM.
I tried to swim away from them, but the harder I kicked the further down I sank.
(AND THEN RANDOMLY THINGS TURNED INTO GAVIN AND STACEY AND MALE BFF AND FEATHERY DRESSES. HOORAY!)
Anyway, the upshot of that tomfoolery is: THIS FANDOM NEEDS MORE HORROR FIC, I think. I miss being scared by the show! I want to be scared by the fandom, instead. AND OBVIOUSLY FANDOM SHOULD FULFIL MY INDIVIDUAL NEEDS. And I should fulfil my individual needs, too! I've been mulling over local urban legends, trying to think of something I could use for a horror fic, but apparently my town is really unscary or I have just forgotten it all.
So anyway, if say I were to hypothetically organise an SPN horror fest/challenge/exchange or something for some uncertain point in the future (possibly around Easter), would any of you guys participate or would it just be me crying into my cereal all alone?
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I was underwater in a very small but very deep lake - it was like the water body equivalent of a pint glass - and it was all cold and dark and quiet; I was about two thirds of the way down, but the water was so dark beneath me I still couldn't see the bottom. FORTUNATELY, this was one of those dreams where your subconscious forgets to consider the fact that you can't actually breath underwater, so drowning wasn't an issue.
What was an issue was that all these freaking corpses were appearing right on the edges of the light - they were all standing upright, as it were, in the water, and despite the fact that they weren't actually moving at all something was drawing them closer to the centre, ie ME. So I was trying to swim upwards to get away from them, but it was just sending me further down instead, until eventually all these corpses had me surrounded and they were coming right up close, reaching out to me. Now they were close enough that I could see that their eyes were covered by huge walnut shells. Also, perhaps more importantly, I could see that despite being very, very corpsey and dead, they were trying to talk to me.
So LIKE ANY SENSIBLE DREAM PERSON, I reached out to the closest corpse and took a walnut shell off of one of her eyes. And HEY SURPRISE, underneath the walnut shell her socket housed an eyeball sized ball of tiny, wriggling maggots. DOUBLE SURPRISE, removing one of the corpse's walnut shells was apparently the signal for all the other corpses' shells to pop off, sending this mass of maggots into the water. I think possibly the corpses were just skin suits with maggots inside, because THERE WAS A LOT OF THEM.
I tried to swim away from them, but the harder I kicked the further down I sank.
(AND THEN RANDOMLY THINGS TURNED INTO GAVIN AND STACEY AND MALE BFF AND FEATHERY DRESSES. HOORAY!)
Anyway, the upshot of that tomfoolery is: THIS FANDOM NEEDS MORE HORROR FIC, I think. I miss being scared by the show! I want to be scared by the fandom, instead. AND OBVIOUSLY FANDOM SHOULD FULFIL MY INDIVIDUAL NEEDS. And I should fulfil my individual needs, too! I've been mulling over local urban legends, trying to think of something I could use for a horror fic, but apparently my town is really unscary or I have just forgotten it all.
So anyway, if say I were to hypothetically organise an SPN horror fest/challenge/exchange or something for some uncertain point in the future (possibly around Easter), would any of you guys participate or would it just be me crying into my cereal all alone?
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