#bad dreams

[typewriter-worries]

life film imitates art

The Kiss, Gustav Klimt | Shutter Island, dir. Martin Scorcese | Christina's World, Andrew Wyeth | Bad Dreams, dir. Andrew Fleming | Prisoners Exercising, Vincent Van Gogh | A Clockwork Orange dir. Stanley Kubrick | The Night Café, Vincent Van Gogh | Lust for Life, dir. Vincente Minnelli | Nighthawks, Edward Hopper | Pennies from Heaven dir. Herbert Ross | The Last Supper, Leonardo Da Vinci | Viridiana, dir. Luis Buñuel | Napoleon Crossing the Alps, Jacques-Louis David | Marie Antoinette, Sofia Coppola

[horror-aesthete]

Bad Dreams, 1988, dir. Andrew Fleming

[kdpartworks]

It's your fault

A little angst for today

I'm very near to explain you all about Ganymede guys, have trust in me.

DISCLAIMER APPARENTLY I HAVE TO DO:

Please notice that in this AU Ganymede is a young adult (confirmed at least, while in the myth wasn't really specified), and that the relationship with Zeus is consensual and emotionally complex. I really don't like to put this disclaimer here, because i think it ruins a little the mood of the story, but i have to. Please enjoy, and remember that this is fiction. Have a nice one!

Hera and Zeus are @neal-illustrator design!

[zegalba]

Cho Gi-Seok: Bad Dreams (2022)

[j0celynh0rr0r]

<3

[wacky-wonders]

made even more horror stamps (+ hoffman getting punched in the face 😁)

[foldingfittedsheets]

My brain has two common nightmare settings. The first is zombies. Can’t explain it, but I am utterly unable to consume zombie media of any kind lest I have some extremely vivid night terrors.

And it doesn’t have to be exclusively zombie media to kick off zombie dreams. Anything scary will do. Or even something not scary.

Like The Mummy. It’s all goofy jokes and the glory of Rachel Weiss but it kicked off a round of nightmares for me cause the plot may be silly but some of the visuals are horrifying enough that my brain went, “Hey what if that were real?” I woke up drenched in sweat, clutching my cats for safety. It is a great tragedy I don’t get to rewatch it or see subsequent titles.

For the same reason I avoid any zombie-adjacent games. It’s a bummer, cause things like Fallout and Bioshock seem cool but it’s not worth night terrors. Also the amount of people who go “wELl tHeY’Re not TeChNiCaLLy zOmBieS” when I say why I can’t play those games fills me with rage, you deal with night terrors and tell me those aren’t zombies.

(I often spend zombie dreams looking for Leeloo. Surviving is important but not as important as saving my little cat from the apocalypse.)

But on a completely different side of the spectrum the other type of horror dream I have is a 180 pivot from zombies and doesn’t have a specific trigger. It’s just a random theme that happens on occasion and it’s not recurring because the circumstances are always different but yeah anyway I have nightmares about being pregnant.

Literally one of the worst things I can imagine is growing a thing inside me.

To all the people with a uterus who are full of joy and power in that act of creation, more power to you, but to me it is the stuff of my worst imaginings to have a parasite sucking the nutrients from my teeth and clawing its way free from me.

A common theme to these nightmares is that the pregnancy is spontaneous immaculate conception but no one believes me. My beloved leaves me, thinking I cheated on them. It got to the point that my beloved promised they would believe that I hadn’t cheated on them if it ever happened in real life because it came up so frequently. This actually helped to reduce that plot line.

These dreams just pop up sometimes, usually for unknown reasons, and I always start the dream pretty heavily pregnant and past when I can really abort the fucker inside and I spend the dream in a desperate panic to know how I let it go this far and dreading the imminent pain and horror of child birth.

I always announce to my beloved the morning, “Had another pregnancy nightmare,” and they always kiss my cheek and remind me that they’ll believe me. I guess it’s still slightly better than the zombie dreams. But only barely.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price interview on the set of The Masque of the Red Death (1964)

[zee-rambles]

———-

Being there for each other.

First I Prev I Next

[therealteslathedog]

I woke up from a bad dream I had where the Trump Administration just criminalized unemployment, which was terrible news for me because I didn’t technically have a job and I was terrified of being enslaved in a prison camp, but what made it worse was that I knew every time I tried to apply for work, a gang of Nazi criminals would threaten or tell lies about me to any potential employer, so no matter what I tried, I was always set up to fail.

This dream was no accident. Doomerism is still complacency with fascism right now, and I suggest participating in any act of protest possible. whether its contacting your representatives, joining a rally, standing up against any emboldened white supremacist you find in real life etc. because right now, we need as many people as possible fighting against this. Thinking the state America is in simply just as "inevitable" regardless if it's true or not doesn't do any good for those getting hurt the most by all of this either way. Doomerism is complacency to fascism.

let me repeat that one more time,

DOOMERISM IS COMPLACENCY TO FASCISM.

[sparkbirdmusic]

I had a dream about something called a banana spider and it smelled like a banana and was shaped like a banana and was as big as a banana and I spent the whole dream crying and trying to escape them

[aerofvther]

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[horror-aesthete]

Bad Dreams, 1988, dir. Andrew Fleming

Bruce Abbott as Dr. Alex Karmen

[zegalba]

Cho Gi-Seok: Bad Dreams (2022)

[j0celynh0rr0r]

Is this a dream?

[whiskeyandcigarsmoke]

This isn't meant to be good, it just needed to be written. Just trying to figure myself out thru writing about Logan.

"Stare"

*Post Void*

There are days where Wade will wake up and Logan will just be sitting in front of one of the windows, staring silently. He's so still and silent that if not for the occasional flicker of his eyelashes and subtle rising of his chest, he could very well be a statue. He doesn't respond to Wade’s normal teasing banter. No side eyes, no glare, no snarling or snapping. He acknowledges Wade with a turn of his head, but goes right back to his thousand yard stare. The stare of a man who's lived a lifetime far too long. Wade tries to talk to him, but gets nowhere. He used to Logan not speaking sonetimes, but he'll still communicate via grunts, huffs, and growls. Plus his non-verbal communication is always present. But today all of that is shut off. Logan is a blank, silent slate. Wade gives up trying to talk to him, but keeps an eye on him as the day progresses. He brings him a cup of coffee, setting it next to him on the end table next to Logan’s chair. Checking on him a couple of hours later, he finds the mug still full of now cold coffee. Dumping it in the sink, he returns to Logan’s side with a glass of water and one of Logan's cigars. Setting them both down on the table, he ruffles Logan’s hair and kisses the top of his head. Looking down, he sees a few stray tears slowly sliding down Logan’s cheek. Wordlessly, Wade wipes them away and gives the older man a kiss on the forehead. He decides to give Logan some space and privacy for a few hours, leaving him alone with his thoughts in the apartment. Returning later in the evening with takeout, he picks up the smell of cigar smoke and while Logan is still in the same spot that he left him in, he did at least smoke a bit and drank some of the water. Wade will consider that an improvement. Putting the takeout on the counter, he goes over to check on Logan. He was asleep and snoring softly. Wade figured him the smell of food didn't wake Logan up, it would be best to let sleeping dogs lie. An hour later had Logan rousing from his sleep and finally getting up from his chair. Grabbing his cigar, he crawled out onto the fire escape to finish smoking it while Wade re heats their food. Returning to the apartment, Logan saddles up to Wade, hugging him from behind. Pressing his nose to the back of the younger man's neck, he took in a deep, slow breath and rested his head on Wade's shoulder. A soft, low thrum began rolling thru his chest, filling Wade's diaphragm with Logan’s gratitude and thanks. Holding him closely a few more minutes, he placed a sweet, soft kiss on Wade's cheek before letting him go. Picking up his food, Logan walked over to the couch and sat down in his usual spot. After flicking the tv on, he looked to Wade and back to the spot next to him and repeated the cycle. Knowing what Logan wanted, Wade grabbed his own food and sat next to the silent Mutant. Scooting closer, Logan leaned into Wade's side, getting comfortable before eating his food. With the man's weight pushing into him, Wade smiled, happy Logan was learning to be comfortable leaning on Wade when he really needed it. Both emotionally and physically.