Nightmare

So last night I had a very vivid dream about vampires. Woke up & noticed that my dressing gown hanging on the the door looked exceedingly vampire-like. After a bit I had to get up a put in on the floor. After all I didn’t want to be in that situation where you get scared by something, realise with relief that it isn’t a vampire only to find that it is actually a vampire hiding in plain sight as a dressing gown.
I turned 60 just this year 🙄

I’m ok with vampires but I’m terrified of witches. I’m always reminded of this fact by my brain when I’ve gone solo camping in a woods.

F*** you Blair Witch Project, F*** you!

When I first started riding my bike regularly at night on my own I used to be scared of the vampires and werewolves lurking in the dark at my sides.

I had a dream a couple of nights ago where I was watching an episode of ‘Extreme Top Gear’ and Jeremy Clarkson was trying to disembowel Richard Hammond with a pair of garden shears. I would have preferred a simple ‘vampire’ dream.

I’m scared of my own shadow. It’s always there, watching me, when I think I’m alone and naked and I turn around and there it is.

Spellcasting…..G..A…R..L..I…C

As a child I had the loft door in my bedroom.

I mean who thinks thats a good place to put a loft door ???

“When I first started riding my bike regularly at night on my own I used to be scared of the vampires and werewolves lurking in the dark at my sides.”

‘Dog Soldiers’ did me in on this front. Every crack of a branch had me peddling my heart out.

The ability of the human subconscious to recognise process face-like shapes is remarkable. When I had pneumonia, my thinking went a bit haywire and I spent five hours in bed getting freaked out by my primeval brain visualising dozens of different faces in the woodgrain on the side of my wardrobe.

I have never had a nightmare. I do however fall off a cliff quite often and always hit the ground with a thump that doesn’t wake me up.

I would say the sensation off falling is quite interesting more than upsetting.

I have done the “thats a **** vampire hanging on the door”

The dark doesn’t phase me in the slightest. Probably more scared of people in the daytime.and donkeys.

After walking up through the rough part of Torquay last night to retrieve my van from the railway station , give me vampires anytime.
Twas like a scene out of the living dead

I used to have a lot of falling dreams too Josh, I’d fall off all sorts, off the back of a tractor, out of a tree, down some stairs, etc.

Then I learned to skydive. The processes one goes through doing that are so drummed into you that it all becomes totally instinctive. Then one night I had a falling dream, got myself stable, opened my chute and have never had a falling dream since 🤷

The ‘nightmare’ I get now (not that scary, just really annoying) is my shoe coming off in a running race. Different shoes, different races, so not really a recurring dream, just the same problem each time

I’m ok with vampires but I’m terrified of witches. I’m always reminded of this fact by my brain when I’ve gone solo camping in a woods.

My sis-in-law is a witch, and a biker, until her health deteriorated, but there’s nothing scary about her! Witches never have been scary, except to the self-righteous and bigoted.

Look at the way certain sections of society behave towards the LGBTQ+ community; with witches it was because they were women who helped other women with issues men weren’t interested in or prepared to acknowledge. Or felt threatened by.

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As a child I had the loft door in my bedroom.

I mean who thinks thats a good place to put a loft door ???

Well, at least you’d be able to hear anything shuffling around in the loft; the ones under the bed, on the other hand…

The ability of the human subconscious to recognise process face-like shapes is remarkable. When I had pneumonia, my thinking went a bit haywire and I spent five hours in bed getting freaked out by my primeval brain visualising dozens of different faces in the woodgrain on the side of my wardrobe.

Pareidolia (/ˌpærɪˈdoʊliə, ˌpɛər-/;[1] also US: /ˌpɛəraɪ-/)[2] is the tendency for perception to impose a meaningful interpretation on a nebulous stimulus, usually visual, so that one detects an object, pattern, or meaning where there is none. Pareidolia is a type of apophenia.

Witches never have been scary, except to the self-righteous and bigoted.

So how come children smell like dog shit to them?

My sis-in-law is a witch, and a biker, until her health deteriorated, but there’s nothing scary about her! Witches never have been scary, except to the self-righteous and bigoted.

Oi!

I’m afraid logic won’t work, I’m pretty much sure I’ll end up in a dark room facing the corner of a wall or something.

I’ll just have to build the vampires and werewolves take out the Blair witch if she’s over here on her hols or something when I next go camping.

As a child I had the loft door in my bedroom.

I mean who thinks thats a good place to put a loft door ???

So did I.

Standing on my bed I could climb into the top of the walk in wardrobe and from there into the roof. It was brilliant.

F*** you Blair Witch Project, F*** you!

I went with some mates to watch this at a place called the Kinema in the Woods – for the atmosphere.

Before it started the guy who bought a starter pistol with us had already suggested we go for a walk in the woods first so he could pull out the gun and scare the crap out of us as a warmup for the main event.

Then when we got there all the seats were taken. So we drove home and went to the pub instead. Still haven’t seen it.

I had a dream that I figured out a way to solve any Wordle in two attempts and then when I told everyone about it, they called me a cheat and a mob came after me with pitchforks.

I chickened out of a solo night ride through the Pentlands through Bonaly many years ago . There had been rumoured sightings of a puma / big cat type thing on the road the other side of the Pentlands and I’d manged to convince myself it would be watching me the entire time so took the brightly lit route home.

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 There had been rumoured sightings of a puma / big cat type thing on the road the other side of the Pentlands and I’d manged to convince myself it would be watching me the entire time so took the brightly lit route home.

Don’t be silly. It would never survive amongst the vampires and werewolves.

I had one of those dreams the other night that involve you having to do a (simple) task that for various reasons you cant’s seem to achieve, and it just gets increasingly anxiety inducing. This one was set in a  post-apocalyptic landscape, but I have just finished Fallout on Prime, so no surprises there.

My fastest rides are always night rides through the woods, I mean ,if you stop, they’ll get you, right? Everyone knows this. One time I was riding through a farm and was suddenly surrounded by ‘hundreds’ of shining red eyes a couple of feet off the ground, it was massively creepy…It turned out to be a bunch of calves staring out from pens.

  Witches never have been scary, except to the self-righteous and bigoted.

Agree, But how about clowns? Specifically, scary clowns?

Also, any fule no vampires and weirwolves aren’t real. Maniacs with hatchets on the other hand…They tend to hang out on the moor waiting for the one or two times in a year I might solo ride across.

Crossing a field with horses can be a bit nervy in the dark. There’s one near me gives access to moorland which can involve  a bit of a push through slurry in a couple of places. Scanned the field to see big mummy horse and baby off in a corner, Set off briskly, but dismounted half way across. Felt a presence and turned to see massive dad’s head about a metre from mine. He didn’t like my headlamp and cantered off, but I didn’t hang about.

a solo night ride through the Pentlands through Bonaly many years ago . There had been rumoured sightings of a puma / big cat type thing on the road the other side of the Pentlands

I have two big cat stories…

I lived on Dartmoor when I was a student, on a riding centre. One night I had an extremely vivid dream that I was standing at the door to the cottage, watching a big cat walk along the dry stone wall about 20 ft away. It was so vivid that I told a couple of my housemates about it the next morning, something I rarely do. They told me that the horses around the farm had been noisy and restless and both of them had been woken up. The next day there was a report about a big cat having been shot near Widecombe, 4 miles away. I used to sleepwalk regularly. I have no idea if I dreamt a big cat sighting or whether I almost became supper for one.

The second is about Ben Mee, owner of Dartmoor Zoo, spotting a young male puma between Plympton and the zoo. Apparently they used to come off the moor when the zoo’s females were in heat. The lane that he spotted the puma on is about 2 miles from Newnham Park, where 24/12 used to happen. That’s fun to know when you’re doing your night time laps.

I have the falling dream regularly, I always wake up with a bump! It can be more scary to the other passengers though 😜

When out night riding solo, I sometimes get the fear, like something is right behind me. Proper puts the shits up me. Obviously being a grown up, I can override it, as monsters dont really exist and its all just in my imagination 🫣

Had the weirdest dream last night that one of my tattoos had rubbed off.

Forgot about the dream till I saw my reflection in the bathroom mirror this morning and thought “Oh, it’s back!”