Discussion in 'Fan Forum - Random Thoughts' started by SlowCrates, Nov 9, 2019.
my heart sings
Milwaukee Best Ice and Taco Bell. I didn't think I was gonna make it.
2 incidents briefly:
Got punked before punked was a thing. Thought I got a lady preggers. Roughly 10 hours later found out it was a prank.
Placed into a paddy wagon thinking I'm going to jail for defending myself. Paddy wagon pulled over and I was released shockingly. The 2 worst, then best days of my life.
I had a dream that I lost all my teeth.
Why do random folks have this dream? Makes no sense. We must be linked.
Lived next to a golf course as a kid. Close enough that we could go in the woods near the 9th hole. The tee off was on top of a hill about 50 yards away. So we would watch them tee off, could run out to the fareway / green and mess with their balls (or just flat out steal them). It was jackass style fuckery before it was filmed. Hilarious to 11 year old me.
Anyway one time me and my brother ran out and drop kicked the balls on the green into the water (hilarious!) and then booked it back to the woods.
Apparently some vigilante maintenance worked had enough and fucking HOPPED the 6 foot fence to chase us down.
We scattered like rats. Each of us going in different directions into the woods. I found a log and hung by it until the coast was clear.
Apparently this dickhead got a hold of my older brother ( by his shirt) and told him he was going to kill him (lol).
We all eventually got back to the house and like a bunch of pussies told my mom (who called the golf course).
I don't think I've ever been scared as I was that day.
I wasn't scared because it didn't actually happen, but everyone else thought it did.
Day after Christmas, I was seven. I got a scooter for Christmas, and was doing a long lap around the block. I saw some kid my age, and we did a quick "what'd you get for Christmas?" He got the Fireball Island board game, which looked amazing based on commercials, so I was down to play.
For some reason, I decided to bring my scooter home, then run back. So after who knows how many hours of Fireball Island action, I went home. Turning the corner, I see police lights, people everywhere yelling my name, and general chaos.
Turns out, disappearing for hours when you're 7 really scares your parents.
Real. Was chillin out in my yard, in an area surrounded on 3 sides where i have a hammock. SUDDENLY 2 large ass pit bulls come rolling in and trap me in the area. I fall back into the hammock while these two bitches close in on me growling and spitting/barking lookin ready to kill. Nothing i could do and nowhere to go! Got about 1.5 feet from me when they suddenly just took off. Ran fast into house and watched them chase down some dude walking down the road. Dude ran circles around a pickup truck, dogs hot on his ass when he clean dives into the truck bed. Dogs just disappeared after.
Going for a run around a lake nearby, Indian Lake, when a pitbull with no collar and Max Scherzer eyes (brown and blue) came running and barking at me out of nowhere. Thought about jumping in the water and swimming away but took off a shoe, held it on my left hand as I slowly backed away to fend him off. Stopped the first car on the highway, she saw what was happening and let me in. Called 911, driver let me off, there were 2 young mothers getting ready to push their kids away until I said hold up. One of them was terrified.
Haha I don't know how many times I came home to the police because I had "vanished". Kids these days will never know that thrill.
I've had a lot of scary things happen, but I think the most impactful scary thing would have to be the time my mother tried to explain astral projection to me--when I was 5 years old.
Somewhere along the line, I misunderstood her (shocking) and I had developed a really irrational fear.
I thought that if a person were to think about their brain before going to sleep, that their physical brain would leave their body. And without a brain, the body would float away, leaving the brain on the bed or couch where they'd been asleep.
I was terrified to think about my brain before going to sleep. Which meant, naturally, that I obsessed over it every single night. I just got accustomed to going bed horrified at the thought that I might be metaphysically ripped apart before morning.
I don't know when I realized that I had been obsessing over a misunderstanding of a silly make believe concept, and that I was never in any danger.
My parents waited til I was 7 to explain astral projection. Which made sense seeing as how I wasn't married by The Leader until 9 years of age.
I have that dream a few times a year!
This is one of my favorite poasts in a long time!