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Everyone has dark secrets. We're all anonymous here, and if some people know each other IRL, then it doesn't matter because you're friends and all that anyway :)

Having something that's actually interesting to read really helps with showroom camping or constant training etc.. So does anyone have any embarrassing, cringe-worthy, stupid, or even upsetting stories to share for others amusement ?

It can be as vague or as sick as you like. I just feel like a good read.

go facebook stalk people, too lazy to write life stories =P

Nooo Juliaaa. I know my friends silly stories, don't be boring :)

I once had a creepy ass nightmare...

I was asleep but something woke me up. I got startled and i was like shaking as i woke up and all sweaty. I also heard little kids laughing on the other side of my window outside :/ i was too scared to go back to sleep so i went to the lounge and slept on the couch xD. That was a creepy ass night for me :P

dunno if anyone else ever had a weird night :3

Oh I've had plenty .. That sounds freaky though, kids laughing is such a creepy thing, considering it's so normal haha :( ..

I never used to be one for nightmares, but ever since I started first having some really annoying relationship troubles, I used to snap to anger a lot quicker, and soon found out it affected my sleep too.

One particular thing happened a couple of times, and looking back it doesn't seem AS freaky, but at the time it was horrifying haha.. I'd wake up in the middle of the night, or THINK i'd woken up, I still don't really know. But even in the dark, I could see this black patch, like a shadow or something, slowly moving towards me from my ceiling. It was never on the wall, like a shadow should be, but sort if in the air like a spirit would. It would change shape, and just glide really slowly.. I remember it passing over me, and just disappearing through my wall. I don't know if I was awake or not, but either way I didn't like it.

LOL yeah, that sounds pretty freaky. But it's weird how you can't remember if something was a dream or that it actually happen.

I've had a creepy conversation with my best mate about dreams. Sometimes when he is in a dream he is inside of his own body and can do what ever he wants and can control it. He said the view is just like in first person BUT the scary thing is, he said he saw himself in the mirror a few times and he saw himself, then he saw himself again another time but he had scales on his face like a fish and his face was all hairy. But he's scared that next time he sees himself he would probably shit bricks haha.

It's weird for me because i can never control myself in my dreams and the view is not first person. It's like can actually see myself like I'm watching a movie. It sucks because i want to look in a mirror in my dreams :(

I meant stalking other peoples facebook pages =p

But fine okay, I'll just copy you smth I wrote back in... 2006 about dreams:

I felt a presence. It could be a stray cat seeking refuge. My eyes were weighted with fatigue. My body ached. I had to force my eyes to open and blink to searching for any snippet of light. The presence was then gone. I wanted to yawn though paranoid of the grotesque the darkness held install for me. The room was of no help. Even the moon disappeared. Finally yawning, I nested my head back into the soft pillow. The sweetness of azaleas enclosed around me. Closing my eyes, I patiently tried to sleep again; nevertheless, the presence returned the second I shut my eyes again. Immediately eyes wide I gazed up above straight at a pair of hazel eyes.

The presence created a chilling sensation throughout my body. The stages of death began as my body temperature fell. I was unable to detect any sound, or the weight of a body. I could only tremble as numbness overtook my spirit. I could not move. Now I know it was rigor mortis which set upon me. I felt frightened, and then my eyes betrayed my fear. The hazel iris began to change to a warmer colour, the greens and browns replaced by shades of red. It did not once blink. It watched my emotions and the decay starting first in my lower right abdomen. It would have seen my veins be outlined in red and green as bacteria decomposed my blood. My marble appearance- reality?

Suddenly all was dark again. Everything. It was all gone. I could not feel my bed under my sweating body, or any sheets that covered me. I was not home, not underwater nor flying. Time stopped. I truly believed in my fate as the nerves in my brain ceased to function. My heart stopped destroyed by the pumping adrenaline. Senses blocked and natural reflexes in disappeared. I existed in a haunted world of fear and shadows. My soul was suspended in the wild imagination through the creation of what I sought in those hazel red eyes.

But I knew I was safe, after all, what is not real, cannot kill. Right? A shiver just went through my body. And again. Is the physical me trying to tell me something? I was truly in fear of the pair of eyes, its redness like a massacred flesh. Is that what is installed for me after I die? The mystery of… oblivion?

I think over it again now and maybe it was the winged spirit, Euripides that carried the sword of death and waved its wings above me…

It's like can actually see myself like I'm watching a movie.

I know how you feel, all my dreams are in first person, but while I can register everything I am doing, I still have absolutely no control. Like I'm playing DOOM, but somebody else is at the keyboard. I hate it so much.

I think over it again now and maybe it was the winged spirit, Euripides that carried the sword of death and waved its wings above me

That is indeed a haunting story to me, but I can't help but feel depressed at that last entry.

^ sorry =(

you'd hate the rest of the story then lol

If you have it, I would love to hear it.

OMG Skeith, Damn you! At least your view is First Person hahah.

And wow, that was an awesome story to read Aphrodite. Was it a true story?

Lol took me a sec to realize why you said that.

I LOVE depressing stories. And horror stories. =D

@BigShot

Maybe I'm playing YOU!!

Oh it just gets weirder haha.. Dreaming is one weird, weird thing. I think the ability to control yourself in a dream is called Lucid Dreaming. It's where like in real life, you have total control of everything you do, possibilities are endless.. Apparently some people claim to do it nightly, in which case, if I were one of those people I would refuse to wake up hahah. Unfortunately like yourself I can't control mine either, sometimes it works out as a good thing, others it's really bad. The amount of times I've been hurt badly in a dream is horrible, and I couldn't do whate I needed to avoid it. It's like playing a game, and having your controller freeze at the worst moment. Powerless.. But I think my dreams are in first person, which is weird. Proves that everyone's different anyway, right ? Here's an interesting fact for you: Every single person you see in your dreams, every face, you must have seen somewhere in your life. The human brain isn't capable of creating human faces, and so whether subliminally or not, anyone in your dream, has once been a passer by in your life. Considering the things dreams are capable of conjuring, I find it awfully hard to believe myself. Scientists and psychologists think otherwise.

And welcome back Julia :) I'll start by saying that reading that, was horrible hahah.. Nothing generally freaks me out, but something that detailed and easily believable, would put the shits up anybody..

What he said though ^ is it actually a real story ? feelings of your own ? or is it fiction that's THAT good. [ I'm sort of hoping so haha :( ]

Because had it been me, that is the sort of thing I don't think I could forget even if I wanted to.

This morning i was taking a dump and passed the point of no return before remembering i was out of TP. So decided to take a shower right after. #personalstory

LOL i doubt it though, the decisions of what i do is what i would actually do haha. But it's gay how my view is third person.

Next time if you can, try looking in a mirror...if you can control yourself to rofl.

If I ever had a dream like that, I think I can honestly say that I would never sleep again.

I think I heard somewhere that... dreams are a collaboration of the events that occurred that day. Which is odd, because the things that happen in my dreams never happened.

As far as the faces, I can't say for sure, faces in my dreams never have much detail. But other things... like clothes, or walls, or other objects can be very detailed.

my view is third person.

I think that certain things, like first/third person in dreams, may have something to do with your subconscious. Maybe there's something deep deep inside, that's able to switch between these views.

Maybe it has something to do with your general outlook on life? Who knows.

Nope, real dream (actually a component of a few dreams I had during a week)... I had a lucid dream once, I saw my own funeral.. with masses of tears and white roses surrounding my photo being held up in front of a coffin...Now that was fucking scary..

If you dare to read the entire story visit http://tangempire.blogspot.com (warning: it is very depressing)

Hahahah great input Jans. I know the feeling +1

Yeah now that you mention it Big, I don't know if I want to look in the mirror in my dream hahah. I've no doubt, it will be a mistake. I mean I'm not a good looking boy anyway - but dreams have some horrible power, you know?

& Julia, something tells me you've got a lot locked away up in that brain of yours :| .. I'll read it. Slightly personal question though if you wouldn't mind, did any of it start happening after something personal ? Like an event or just a strong feeling about something ?

That can usually explain a lot.

Won't let me read the blog, invitations only >.>

oh yea, 1st week 20 hours sleep in total, 2nd week 23 hours of sleep in total... so that probably led me getting haunted by death :S that's why sleep deprivation is torture, you don't have to eat food for a week, but you need to sleep... which I'm going to do now because I have to get up in 7 hours for work =p

and hmmm i think you need google email to login to blogspot, once you do, it should be viewable =) and try not to read the story before you go to bed, I can never sleep after I read it o.0 I can't believe I wrote it in the first place.. blah goodnight

WOW that's amazing!

The people who i 'mainly' see is my Friends and Family, and yeah, the clothes, facial expressions and everything is spot on in my dreams. I don't even remember seeing anyone else so i can't really say if i see some random and recognize them lol. But it's not everyday i have dream, well dreams that i remember having, it's really rare for me.

@skeithh wow i've never thought of it like that before. But it's always been like that since i can even remember :(.

I've got a gmail account, but it still says:

This blog is open to invited readers only

It doesn't look like you have been invited to read this blog. If you think this is a mistake, you might want to contact the blog author and request an invitation.

Hm... well, I'm off to bed again, try to get some more sleep. Good luck to all. =D

Ohh I've got a few strong points against sleep deprivation .. My personal life is a mess right now hahah, I could go on for days about it. I'm using this site, and thread in particular to get away from my own as such, by hearing everyone elses experiences. But good night anyway, I'm going to read it tonight before bed because I'm fearless :) (and partially because I may be out until then)

Night skeith, sweet DREAMs :P

=O You can't shake me, I'm fearless. Goodnight, though.

I meet Jans, multiple times.... Scary shit.

remembering dreams is a bitch grabs pen and paper

weird, i've set it to visible and searchable.. know anywhere i can upload it to that's more accessible?

@Anubis HAha, well hope all is good and well for ya mate :) And im off to bed too. It's almost 1:30AM. Tried to go to bed but this thread got better and better lol.

Night guys.

Ahh all on my lonesome now. It's only 6:30pm here haha :( Thanks brother. Good night

I forgot, can post it on bots =p

http://bots4.net/forum/8/1754

1:35am to sleep!

Ahh for the last year or two I've not slept before 2:30am unless drunk .. FML. But I just checked the size on your story, and it is monstrous! better get some popcorn. Sleep well :)

hahaha i always sleep later when drunk - since well you're out later till 5-6am singing and dancing XD

enjoy the popcorn!

it wasn't depressing it was boring. maybe i have no heart? but yeah, i dont dream either and i dont scare easily. but being a drug fucked lunatic i still manage to find some shit to get into.

like.. this story might be a bit weird, as me and a friend had taken acid. in a town we'd only arrived in an hour before and never been there before. so from the onset we were pretty well fucked.

so we set out from our other friends house, to the pub! but woe, fine readers, for it was a sunday(which we weren't exactly aware of) and the pub closed at 10pm. 10PM?!?!?! so from there, we decided to follow these two really hot birds that may or may not have been spoken for, like i say most of the night is... blurry. So anyway, we are walking along chatting these chicks up when my mate just stops dead in the middle of the road, me and the lovely young ladies had walked 10 meters up the road without noticing, so i've gone back to check on him, meanwhile the obviously freaked out chicks have made there escape(our only sense of direction as we had never been here before) while i was trying to get me mate moving again, but when i got to him he was pale as fuck ad scared and said he'd seen a ghost. i got scared. i dont like ghosts. especially when im trippin. and i dont know what it was but i think it was a kangaroo making a noise in a bush, but my mate has screamed like a girl and ran, also causing me much distress(i didn't scream though) and i ran after him. we ended up at a school, a primary school(i watched the video footage of myself in the cop shop the next morning of me humping a water fountain) in which we found a safe haven of sorts for a little while. but lo! we had found seclusion! and me being me, i took off my backpack, in side of which was a bag of weed, my ever present bong, bowl, scissors, lighter. all the essentials, so we sat down to smoke some cones and chill. then it happened. i needed to pee. so off i went and found the girls toilets, i went, i saw, i conquered. but, while in this never-before-explored-by-man place, i found a mirror. and i had taken a trip and partaken in more than a few bongs. i was mesmerized, i cant even say by what, just being off my face then seeing my actual face in a mirror was more than my drug addled mind could comprehend. thats when the tripping started. i was painting walls with my fingers.. my clothes.. everything. when i touched something i saw it become the colour i wanted it to be.. it was wierd. my friend was kinda just.. looking at things all vacantly, guess i was as well. but i dont know how long we were there for but at some point we heard a girl giggle... it was creepy. we heard giggling from ALL around us. like.. there was no one original orientation of the sound... and i dont know if anyone has ever played a game called F.E.A.R. with a creepy 9 year old girl as the enemy? that is what it was like... we could hear the giggling untill we were off the school grounds... needles to say we never went back there...

some good tips on how to train yourself to lucid dream can be found by watching waking life

I've mnaged to pull this off a couple times, I always have to change my pants when I wake up.....

HAHA i like the part were your friend screamed like a girl and ran LOL.

But nice story there Hobo, is that what it's like when you're REALLY off your face as high as a bird haha.

@ninja, i might have to rent that movie out from videoezy. :P

Crazy trippy shit Hobo. I've got nothing against other peoples motives, but I've never done a single drug or even puffed a cigarette in my life. Been full of pride for that too, considering some of the friends I have hahah. I'm a footballer, drinking makes me unhealthy enough, I don't want to fuck myself up any other ways too ;D .. I've always got some injuries from drinking and stinking nights out though, especially if there's anger involved haha..

sorry to be the one to break the news to you anubis, but alcohol is a drug.

You know what I meant you bastard :) Otherwise I might as well include my caffeine addiction heh.

lol i know, just messin with you

I'm glad you mentioned it actually, it's made me realize I actually probably o have a caffeine addiction hahah. I'm on my second monster energy, ive destroyed tonnes of coffee today anyway, and I have another energy drink ready before my match this evening.. Surely it's not that bd for you though huh ?

Well back on topic, here is a true story that happened to me and a friend when I was in elementary school like 15 years ago.

Me and my best friend at the time both got hall passes to go to the bathroom during class, was maybe like 1 in the afternoon. We both went to the bathroom and right when we walked in we heard some sort of grunting from the stall ( bathroom only had 1 closed stall) so we were laughing thinking someones taking a massive crap. But then we heard giggling from inside the stall and we asked who's in there? Then the person inside the stall started smacking the the walls of the stall and laughing, not saying a word. Then the person in the stall swung the stall door open revealing that it was one of the special ed kids who had no pants on and had shit all over himself, by all over himself I literally mean ALL OVER. He then reached for his ass, and no joke he had a smile on his face, then we see he had a handful of crap in his hand and not wanting him to get any on us we ran out of the bathroom, he followed as to the door of the bathroom and then chucked the crap at us, luckily he had bad aim and missed us.

Don't blame me for the story, this shit happened (pun intended) and you said any kind of story so seeing as my name on here is brown stuff I thought it was very appropriate.

Hahahahah.. Words escape me right now Brown.

Jans, you should always have a backup roll or some newspapers.

Rofl, that story made my day :P

I shit in the shower once.

I thought it was a fart.

Needless to say, I smashed it down the drain with my heels.

A solid turd aye?

Rofl at shit story...whahahaaha

I came home horribly drunk - as standard - before, possibly like last year and I'm 21 by the way.. It's like a ritual while that drunk for me to immediately strip naked and walk around, front door still open, and sort myself out and go to bed. This particular night I'd gone to the bathroom, ready for the 'end of the night piss', little did I know how drunk I was. Next thing I know I'm awake in my bath tub, still butt naked. I'd managed to fall asleep on the toilet, and had the most liquidized and very plentiful shit, I think I've ever conjured up. I'd slipped off the toilet while shitting, and slid into the bath somehow. There were puddles of almost black shit and perfectly clear piss, all over the place. Down the back of my legs, down the side of the bath, and of course in the bath with me. I was possibly laying in it for a good half hour before deciding to clean it up, as my mind was really still away in another realm.

^LOL, sphinx! i did, something sorta like that... just more vomit and less shit and piss XD but yeah, funny shit bro!

Hahah I'll never know why I continue to do things like that to myself .. Tomorrow night ( Student night ! ) will probably be an exact repeat of that, only it wont be my own home. I pray that my present company doesn't allow this, or anything equally life-destroying to happen.

LOL!!!!

Thats all i can say for Brown Stuff & Sphinx

lol

Ahh and so that time has come. It was that Student Night last night/this morning.. And despite me spending far more than anticipated, and just getting in at 4:15am, I am impressively sober. Disappointed to say the least.

No shit story either :(

Tripping on X, have no smokes and almost go crazy.