I need inspiration!!!

You have problems.

I don’t know any two swedish girls that admited to thinking that I’m disgusting. But one has…

BN

Well they have, i’m sure

I had a dream once.

I was sleeping and I woke up and found that the kitchen light was on (Which meant something was up, at my old house). I went out and found my parents and my brother lying dead around the table, and I couldn’t tell what happened, but there was blood and stuff, somewhere.

Then all the sudden I got shot or stabbed in the back. A bear or something came into the kitchen through the back door and mauled the person that stabbed/shot me. I ran into my room and under my bed, and I heard the bear wail and die or fall asleep or something.

I was under my bed and I kept seeing something reflect down at me, and I reached up moved some boards to the side, and a sword came out. All the sudden I felt brave enough to face whatever it was that had killed my family, I got out from under my bed and looked towards the end of the hallway to see something staring back at me (This was a HUGE fear of mine at the time, I always thought at night I’d wake up and see something at the other end of the hall coming to get me…). It took a step forward and I screamed and I woke up.

That’s the earliest dream I can even remember. Well, that or the one where I am fighting in one of the Power Ranger Megazoids.

You had the Power Ranger Megazoid dreams too? Sweet.

Now that you mentioned it, I had a dream like that a long time ago. I dreamt I was in the basement/den, playing some old-school NES. Balloon Fight to be exact. After I was done, I went up the stairs. Our basement was unusual, in that there was a light switch only at the bottom of the stairs, and you had to flip it quickly and then dash up the stairs in the dark before the monsters got you. Give me a break, I was like 7 or 8. So I get ready to hit the lights when I get that feeling something is staring at me, and the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I try to ignore it, flip the switch and book it to the top of the stairs. I finally get to the top step, and ignoring my instincts look back down to the bottom of the stairs. I see this…shape… I couldn’t really make it out to be anything. It was just a dark shadow or shape, but as soon as I saw it I knew it was pure concentrated evil and that it was there for me. I guess the closest thing I could compare it to is that shadowy ghost-girl in that movie The Grudge. As soon as I saw it, I woke up screaming, “It’s here! It’s here!” over and over again. My quick-thinking parents realized I was having a very serious night terror and took me to the doctor. I don’t think I’ve ever been that scared ever again.

With that dream in mind, and some your helpful comments, I’ve started an oil painting that is sure to kick ass. As soon as I’m done I’ll try to show it to you all somehow.

Er… yeah… Only 7 and 8 year olds do thaaat. <.<;;; >.>;;

One time I had the greatest dream ever.It was a blessing, and a curse.Yea I cannot think of any words buitiful enough to describe it.I am sorry.