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Fighting the inanimate

NotBlue

19:04 / 22.04.03

Possibly a symptom of my burgeoning(rampant) alcaholism, but I am coming home, seeing people in the shadows, sitting in chairs and what is obviously a combination of my chair, the close table and an assemblance of bills on the aforesaid looking like a person, please tell me I am not alone in this?

I keep trying to go for them.

mkt

19:27 / 22.04.03

When I get the ol' corner of the eye visions they tend to be a bit more disturbing (poss. psychologically revealing?) - Victorian schoolboys and that dog out of the fairytale with saucers for eyes, and so on.

Just stare directly at 'em and they should disappear. Or call the police.

Kit-Cat Club

19:39 / 22.04.03

I have a cello which stands upright in its case in my room, and in the past it has not only frightened my friends into thinking that there's a person in my room, but also me - and I know perfectly well what it is, so you're not alone. Maybe think about doing something about the drink though, if you're really worried - it might make you less jumpy.

gingerbop

20:09 / 22.04.03

I get registration in a science class, and behind me stands a plastic skeleton.. and if i turn round quickly (remember, this IS 1st thing in the morning) I absolutely shite myself. But Im glad to say, no real random hallucinations, as such. By that i mean, only provoked ones. Singing toilets shall haunt me for life.

sleazenation

20:10 / 22.04.03

Hey at uni we had a cardboard cut-out stormtrooper with his weapon raised for action, which is needless to say not the sort of thing you want greeting you after a night out on the beers...

videodrome

20:23 / 22.04.03

My old roommate and close friend was commonly known as the 'Inanimate Object Fighter'. He was a cook, and could often be found making rude gestures at the soup, or summat. Not really the same thing, I suppose.

Mourne Kransky

21:30 / 22.04.03

The walls of this rented flat are all painted white so I wake up often and see a tall man in a cloak staring ominously down at me. One of these days my heart will stop before I realise it's a dressing gown on a hanger. I haven't attacked the dressing gown yet, I'm too feart. Perhaps you have a point about the alcohol, DF.

And ginergbop's Singing toilets shall haunt me for life reminds me of the introduction of speaking lifts to the mental hospital I worked in. Not a good idea for the guys with auditory hallucinations and psychotic delusions. Often the doors would spring open and there would be some poor soul in torment, scared shitless by a disembodied, robotic voice. It did seem to stop people peeing in the lift though.

NotBlue

21:58 / 22.04.03

Been, pubb , met author, had fuck beaten out me by a couple of girls(only egotisticaaly) but it hurt, OK?

NotBlue

23:31 / 22.04.03

Oddest thing is, I'm a runner by nature, but I went for it full bore, like the opposite of crazy Danny in "Bad Company."

BTW, Author was a past tense recognition (never read him), by the barmaid and the eitiological diffs were with some mad tarts who thought they had "it" a the bar.

btw they really didnae...

Linxy Kakenhoff

00:15 / 23.04.03

I don't attact my hallucinations. However, if i'm home alone I keep a golf club handy just in case I feel the need to beat something. Most common hallucinations/whatevers:
China doll is demon
violin is midget
clothes in closet are big evil guys in trenchcoats
These can probably be blamed on the paranoia my sister instilled in me in my earlier ages.

Our Lady of The Two Towers

03:35 / 23.04.03

Visions, pah! I went to a school where the biology labs had rows and rows of display cases with pickled foetuses and freaks of nature in. And it was a GM school! What were the governers thinking, "as we train our students to look towards the horizon of a new millenium, lets have some weird shit in jars to freak them out!" Mind you, they did kit out the school's new IT lab with apple macs...

There was the time when, I assume, a police 'copter was flying overhead and it's searchlight kept passing across my window, which at one point made me think there was a crazed axe-murderer in the corner of the room. And of course there was the time a crazed axe-murderer was in my room and I thought it was a trick of the light...

Mourne Kransky

16:31 / 24.04.03

Was reviewing my own alcohol induced misidentifications there, Duncan, lest you thought I was having a go at you.

Has also brought to mind the chap I looked after once who was going into the DT's and spent a good ten minutes chatting up the Swiss Cheese plant outside the office on the ward. She did have some curvaceous foliage though.

Ninjas make great pets

17:11 / 24.04.03

I hate those waking dreams you have when your just too damned tired or your head is just gone of someplce.. I remember having a hard time getting home. I couldnt step off the pavement because the road was slowly flowing past and I wasnt sure how deep it was..

another night, for some unbeknowest reason there was a one foot long hamster sitting beside the skirting board in the kitchen. I knew it wasnt there because no one else seemed to notice it.
anyone whos ever tried those slim fast choclate shakes may have experienced this. Those things give nasty nasty realistic but disturbed dreams.
Although, with the people round here, I think one or two could make it into a crusade to see just how f*cked up they're dreams can get.. you know you want to.

Persephone

17:14 / 24.04.03

Sliding sideways off topic, Husb's brother used to have a life-size cardboard cutout of Chris Farley (from Tommy Boy) in the guest bedroom where we stayed. Chris Farley looming as you tried to fall asleep crammed uncomfortably into his or Husb's tiny childhood twin bed. "For God's sake, turn that thing around," I muttered. "At least." Which Husb did; and do you know, that was the night that Chris Farley died. "Geez," Husb muttered watching the morning news. "We killed Chris Farley."

Ninjas make great pets

17:23 / 24.04.03

Thats kinda creepy..

'cuse me Im off to get a lifesize print of my boss.

although. my mum had all these Anne Geede pictures and when I was home house sitting I had to turn the damnthings round. There are only so many sleeping-baby-as-butterfly pictures you can take in without turning diabetic

that

21:28 / 24.04.03

I have audio hallucinations... rarely do I see things. Apart from that ghost the one time...but that was real.

Mourne Kransky

21:38 / 24.04.03

Yeah, ghosts, seen two. One was, I think, what they call a hypnopompic hallucination and one was just part of a grief reaction. If either was a real manifestation from the world beyond, my hardened scepticism disallowed any communication. Both were initially shocking and then became comforting presences in a way, and it was all over very quickly and never recurred.

The Return Of Rothkoid

00:35 / 26.04.03

He was a cook, and could often be found making rude gestures at the soup, or summat.

Can I get a "separated at birth", yo? Have you ever seen me on a computer?

The Return Of Rothkoid

00:40 / 26.04.03

Actually, I'm also forgetting the time I had a super-size picture of The Pope on my wall. Coming in drunk to that... well, let's just say that there's nothing more terrifying than a pontiff with a three-foot face.

gingerbop

14:17 / 26.04.03

Rothkoid: WHY?

The Return Of Rothkoid

05:19 / 27.04.03

Because he was there. Using halftoning in Photoshop and blowing pictures up like a motherfucker means you can get some awesome other stuff happening, too: some people here will remember a Christmas party where we had a ten-foot Buddy Holly on the back wall...

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