Alcohol induced nightmare (1076 hits)
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Submitted by JesterLilt (View user info) at 2008-06-01 19:48:22 EDT
I've been out on the piss for two days. I think I might again be suffering from mild alcohol poisoning. It happened once before and all I remember is not being able to get to sleep or when I finally did being wrought with the most horrific nightmares. It happened again today and I could swear it was so real I woke up ready to book myself into the nearest nut house. Last time I was out for three days, this time only two so I'm hoping it will be far shorter lived than last time.
I woke up in my dream lying on the couch looking at the candle holder on my wall hung behind my computer. I was looking through tired eyes trying to focus properly as the wall began to shift, the candle holder fell from the wall and the paint began to peel. I sat up, terrified at what I was seeing. I tried to blink and clear the image but it would not leave me.
I've always wondered if faced with something terrifying whether or not I would freeze paralysed, fight or flee. The thought ran through my head as I watched the wall disintegrating in front of me. I pulled myself from the couch to leave the room and escape the skewed reality I was witnessing.
Standing in the doorway was a doll. Blonde curly hair, blue glass eyes staring at me with its hand outstretched.
"Nobody will believe you." A voice came from it although its lips didn't move. It just stood staring at me.
I panicked, ran for the door and grabbed the doll. I ripped its head from its cushioned body and then tore its arms tossing them across the living room. Then I tore way the soft lining of its body. The doll contained a red pulsing globe which I removed and inspected in my hand. It held me transfixed as the same voice slithered into my brain, can you see the symbol on the wall? You've seen the symbol before. Can you see the symbol?
I glanced back to the wall where the paint was still pealing. I got up and moved towards it and began clawing at it with my fingernails tearing away the plaster and paint. A spiralled Celtic like mural was revealed with a deep orange background. Fear took hold once more as I scrabbled to reveal the entirety of the picture. In truth, I hadn't seen the mural before but in my dream I was convinced I had.
I spotted the telephone next to my computer, reached for it and dialled my mum's phone number. The phone rang and she answered.
"Mum!" I sobbed down the phone, "Mum I'm going mad, I'm seeing things and it won't stop. Please help me." I pleaded with her.
"Stop it Amelia, I spoke to you a few hours ago and you were fine. I'm not listening to this."
"Please mum, you have to believe me, you have to come and help me, I don't know what I'm seeing!"
"Where's your boyfriend, I can't deal with this right now? Are you drunk? Go to sleep and you'll feel better." She hung the phone up. I sat on the couch tears streaming down my face trying to block out all that I had just experienced.
I picked the phone up and dialled my sister. "Please help me, mum won't listen, will you listen?"
"What's wrong with you? What's happened?" My sister asked.
"I don't know, I'm seeing things, I'm crazy and I don't know what to do. Can you help me? Please help me?" I kept begging her but again her reaction was the same as my mum's.
"I don't know why you're doing this but it's not funny. How come there's something wrong with you now, you were alright before. I'm not listening to this." Again, the line went dead.
The madness on the wall continued. I heard the front door slam shut and my boyfriend entered the room.
"What the hell is the matter with you?" He asked, "What have you done and where did you get that doll?"
"Help me please? Can you see it, tell me you can see the picture on the wall! Please, nobody will listen. Mum won't listen, my sister won't listen... please say you'll help me!" I could tell straight away he wasn't buying it.
"I don't see anything and I don't know what you're on about. What the hell are you up to? I've only been gone a few hours and I come back to this. I can't be bothered with you, give me the phone, I'm calling your mum."
He took the phone from me and redialled my mum. He began talking to her but not about me. He sat and had a normal conversation with her ignoring the state I was in. He spoke about the weather, my dad, my brother and my sisters with no mention of me. Its like I'd disappeared, I didn't matter anymore and nobody could hear my pleas.
I got up from the couch and moved towards the wall. I traced the pattern with my fingers. It felt wrong, it felt evil like it had entered the room from a different universe and didn't belong. I noticed the window to my right was open. Moving away from the picture I released the catches throwing the window wide. I glanced back to my boyfriend still speaking to my mum on the telephone, looked again at the monstrosity on the wall and threw myself towards the ground.
Then I woke up...
The wall was normal behind my computer, the candle holder intact and hanging as it should. My boyfriend was still not home. My first instinct was to call my mum and apologise. I wanted to tell her everything was ok, that I wasn't going mad and sorry for worrying her. Thankfully it was a dream, probably not the scariest dream I've ever had but enough to unsettle me for the rest of this seriously hungover Sunday. I always dream, I hate the dreams that confuse reality, that leave you completely certain something has happened when it really hasn't. Dreams always make me wonder that there isn't something else to them and they aren't just our imaginations left free to explore its own limits.
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Submitted by Bixbybrat14 (user info) at 2008-09-05 17:47:52 EDT (#)
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Submitted by devildog (user info) at 2008-09-04 15:24:18 EDT (#)
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Great post.
Submitted by Naplander (user info) at 2008-08-30 14:49:46 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Nigeyboy666 (user info) at 2008-08-27 07:54:03 EDT (#)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/118166#2765364
LOL
Submitted by bubba69 (user info) at 2008-08-24 15:50:57 EDT (#)
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Submitted by spidy (user info) at 2008-08-18 15:43:41 EDT (#)
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Linus is a jerk
Submitted by Linus (user info) at 2008-08-18 15:20:21 EDT (#)
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+2 BOOM -- Dunno how much this is gonna do since I've +2d most of your posts anyway =P
Submitted by JohnnyACDC (user info) at 2008-08-12 07:23:18 EDT (#)
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Simon says.......
Submitted by tloshjohnson (user info) at 2008-07-22 15:04:52 EDT (#)
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As you love the attention so much.
Submitted by The-Armed-Samurai (user info) at 2008-07-06 04:02:43 EDT (#)
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Submitted by kristy (user info) at 2008-06-09 17:33:38 EDT (#)
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LOLZ... I hav bean on teh pizz for too dayze st8 lol!
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-06-04 17:54:48 EDT (#)
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I still love ya really Banj.
Ya snooty cow!
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-06-03 18:10:49 EDT (#)
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Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-06-03 16:47:32 BST (#)
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If I knew an Amelia, she would... be a complete Daddys girl, having grown up with her collection of Sylvanian Families (even the houses!), every Barbie known to man and a pony (real) called 'Fudge'.
Her family would be very conservative and remember the 'good old days' of Maggie thatcher.
She'd have been on at least one hunt.
Her parents would have paid her way through uni completely, and bought her first house for her. So she wouldn't have a clue about money and always be skint herself.
If she ordered a MacDonalds, she'd have a deli chicken (Mac?)wrap and salad.
She'd be crap in bed, like a log with a snatch (dry).
She'd have horsey teeth and a seal laugh.
Her boyfriend would be called Gareth.
I'd hate her.
You don't look like an Amelia.
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hahaha
Being an Amelia and a complete daddys girl who had a supreme collection of sylvanian families (I had the houses), not dolls though, my little ponies and my bros handy down transformers.
My family is seriously liberal, my dad totters on the edge of alcholism and my mum smokes weed.
Never been hunting although I did have a horse for awhile.
Parents paid sod all for me to go to university, I worked the whole way through, I'm at least 25k in debt and I work hard now because my parents squandered their cash on carpets, three piece suites, booze and boats.
I'm always bloody skint because I'm always pissed or high.
I love MacDonalds, KFC and burger king. I don't even know where a delhi sandwich place is.
I'm great in bed, don't believe me, come try it out for yourself!
I don't have horsey teeth contrary to a previous pic and I don't have an irritating laugh.
My boyf is called John.
Hate me??? Hates a strong word!
I very much look like an Amelia, it's Amelia-Jayne actually rah rah rah! mwah!
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2008-06-03 13:03:54 EDT (#)
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yeah, try being on the piss for six days straight, fuelled only by cider and ecstasy, I forgot how to tell if I was awake or a sleep.
Good times.
Kinda.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-06-03 11:55:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Not so 'harsh', maybe just bitchy.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-06-03 11:47:32 EDT (#)
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If I knew an Amelia, she would... be a complete Daddys girl, having grown up with her collection of Sylvanian Families (even the houses!), every Barbie known to man and a pony (real) called 'Fudge'.
Her family would be very conservative and remember the 'good old days' of Maggie thatcher.
She'd have been on at least one hunt.
Her parents would have paid her way through uni completely, and bought her first house for her. So she wouldn't have a clue about money and always be skint herself.
If she ordered a MacDonalds, she'd have a deli chicken (Mac?)wrap and salad.
She'd be crap in bed, like a log with a snatch (dry).
She'd have horsey teeth and a seal laugh.
Her boyfriend would be called Gareth.
I'd hate her.
You don't look like an Amelia.
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-06-03 11:23:20 EDT (#)
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Harsh snap judgments eh?
Go for it, I'm keen to hear!
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-06-03 11:13:38 EDT (#)
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I can't think of anything more boring than reading about some one elses dreams. Except maybe reading about their kids. Since I am guilty of writing about my kids, have a +2.
Amelia? I may have to make some very harsh, snap judgements if this is true. :)
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-06-02 16:51:43 EDT (#)
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Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-06-02 20:55:46 BST (#)
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Amelia, you say?
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Could be, why do you ask?
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-06-02 16:00:48 EDT (#)
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Every time I quit smoking I get wicked dreams. Usually battles, a lot of fighting, sometimes I am the leader of a rag-tag group of post-apocalyptic refugees.
Sometimes I get laid. Those are the best.
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-06-02 15:55:46 EDT (#)
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Amelia, you say?
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-06-02 15:46:05 EDT (#)
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Yup, vivid nightmares are horrible.
Submitted by Lib (user info) at 2008-06-02 12:58:35 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2008-06-02 12:40:57 EDT (#)
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If I don't smoke pot for a few days, the serotonin withdrawal turns my dreams into an indescribable fantasy ride.
Submitted by Darth_Famine (user info) at 2008-06-02 11:23:29 EDT (#)
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You are sharing your body with a demon!
*throws holy water*
or you just got some really good acid
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-06-02 06:33:18 EDT (#)
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I shouldn't have decided to work from home today... No boyfriend around to settle the cock lust.
Sonia from Eastenders, Sonia from Eastenders!
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-06-02 06:29:14 EDT (#)
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Thanks F.J. I now have cock on the brain!
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Welcome to my world...
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-06-02 06:28:18 EDT (#)
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I think we'd have to make a few assumptions. Firstly that the average cock is not kinked in any way. For those with kinky cock, we could say add 5% or something to the overall volume to take into account extra tissues needed to get round a corner. No idea what proportion of men have bendy cock but just from experience I'm guessing a fair proportion.
Volume of cylinder + volume of dome + assumtion on volume of foreskin + volume of any bendy bits.
Actual length of cock should probably take into consideration the bit inside as well, makes it twice as long as what's on the outside but then needs to be disregarded again as a woman never takes this part.
Thanks F.J. I now have cock on the brain!
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-06-02 06:18:10 EDT (#)
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_penis_size
Average lengths and girths are found here. I am all cocked out after last week. I could barely muster the enthusiasm to play with the little fella over the weekend.
If you are able to take the domed shape into consideration then you are a finer mathematician than I. Also, what about cocks that bend?
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-06-02 06:11:14 EDT (#)
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I need to find out the average girth and density of a cock. If you research it, I'll calculate it out. It may not completely accurate as the volume calc would be based on a cock being cylindrical. Accurate enough I guess.
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-06-02 06:05:52 EDT (#)
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Oh by the way I'd love to see you take this on: http://www.ubersite.com/m/116981#2719846
The necessary calculations are way beyond my meagre mathematical abilities.
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2008-06-02 05:17:24 EDT (#)
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That night sounds pretty horrific
I've just woken from a dream where I was riding a horse backwards through rural India whilst I masturbated vigorously. Analyse that : s
Submitted by centaur (user info) at 2008-06-02 05:13:01 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-06-02 04:48:12 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-06-02 02:55:07 EDT (#)
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I've left my jacket in a gay bar and lost my ipod...
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Me too, only it wasn't a gay bar.
Also, you're scared of your shadow.
Submitted by X54 (user info) at 2008-06-01 22:28:04 EDT (#)
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I liked the parts where nobody believed you, and also b/f's conversation with mum. Jumping out the window would have been more effective if there'd been some mention of what floor you're on.
I once dreamed there was a monster sitting at my g/f's desk, so I snuck up behind it with a sledgehammer and smashed its head. But then it turned around and it was actually my g/f. I figured I'd better put her out of her misery, but no matter how many times I smashed her she wouldn't die. She kept saying, "Why are you doing this to me?" I felt really guilty about it when I woke up.
Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2008-06-01 21:53:34 EDT (#)
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Submitted by 8track (user info) at 2008-06-01 21:00:30 EDT (#)
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Great story. I was genuinely apprehensive reading it. Lungsy, please point out the drawback in your review?
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Oh, yeah. You're right. Never mind.
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-06-01 21:38:56 EDT (#)
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Do you get ethnicity in animals and if so would a black skinned cow, sheep, pig or whatever taste different to a white one?
Could I have some of your non politically correct meat and sauce please?
Submitted by Phallic_Cymbals (user info) at 2008-06-01 21:32:51 EDT (#)
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Part of my very epic and extended dream last night was standing in a buffet line while the black guy from "The Rock" asked me what i wanted. A roast beef dish that i wanted was labelled "Nigger meat with nigga sauce" (sic) and i was trying to find a way to tell him i wanted that without saying 'nigger' to his face.
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-06-01 21:25:41 EDT (#)
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I've suffered nicotine patch hell fortunately I'm female and have never suffered the shitting side effect as I don't shit.
Jack Mac- I can't own scary shit as a rule. I'm a total fanny and I think its because my parents let me watch horror films when I was really little. The toilet monster really gets me, I'm scared of it to this day. My closest friends take great pleasure in scaring the living shit into me - who knows why, its far to easy.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2008-06-01 21:12:42 EDT (#)
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Awesome.
Been there.
http://www.ubersite.com/m/90907
The Burning Druid. A Stoned in Scotland Story.
Submitted by 8track (user info) at 2008-06-01 21:00:30 EDT (#)
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Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2008-06-01 20:55:31 EDT (#)
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Try nicotine patches if you enjoy horrific nightmares. The first time you use them, however, you will suffer explosive diarrhea. So, there is a drawback.
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Great story. I was genuinely apprehensive reading it. Lungsy, please point out the drawback in your review?
Submitted by lungfish (user info) at 2008-06-01 20:55:31 EDT (#)
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Try nicotine patches if you enjoy horrific nightmares. The first time you use them, however, you will suffer explosive diarrhea. So, there is a drawback.
Submitted by experima (user info) at 2008-06-01 20:44:12 EDT (#)
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"legless" is a favourite of mine
hi, b!
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-06-01 20:33:15 EDT (#)
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I've left my jacket in a gay bar and lost my ipod...
I do like the way we brits have gazillions of different ways to describe how we've been out.
I was wankered...
I've been out on the piss...
I've been wrecked...
I was fucking mortal...
I was pished as a fart...
I was compeltely obliterated....
I was fucking minging...
I was catatonic...
I was paraletic drunk...
I may have been slightly sozzled...
To name a few, I'm guessing there are more.
Submitted by forensicgirl3 (user info) at 2008-06-01 20:26:29 EDT (#)
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I've been out on the piss for two days.
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I really didn't make it past this.
+2 because the British have a more endearing way of stating that they've been on a two day bender.
Since I'm picking on my home state of Missouri today, I'll contrast the British "I've been out on the piss for two days" to the Missourian who would say, "Shit. Ah've been drunkern' shit since Friday, boy! Damn!"
If you told the average Missourian that you've 'been out on the piss' for two days, he/she would show concern and ask if you've been urinating for two days and have you seen your doctor.