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Clowns and Kirk: Dream 5-23-09

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 25, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 5-23-09

Somehow or another I was in my room, and then uncle Doug ordered me to take some pictures down that were near the floor. I did, but a Red Death picture was brutally ripped, and I set it aside, horrified.

Soon it became clear that there was young Captain Kirk here, and that he must meet with his future girlfriend for the future t be rewritten!

It was another room, balcony, thing, overlooking a sprawling city and the sea, and there we arranged for his parents to have dinner with her. Meanwhile as the table was set on the large white balcony he was fighting with a school buddy, and I helped, showing that because I was a girl I could still fight. everything went as planned, and I leaped off the balcony, saving Star Trek’s future.

I leaped into a neon structure, surrounded by people, suddenly running and screaming down some steps with me. It turns out a soccor team ate exploading purple heart cookies, and as I watched from the distance the large stadium blow up! It was very disheartening.

Then I went to a pool with DraculeaRiccy, a friend from DeviantART. There in the pool was a bone that was from Pennywise the clown. *from STephen King’s novel and movie IT* Screaming, I warned everyone to stay away from it, but Riccy didn’t listen and dove after it, since she likes evil clowns. I dove after her to save her…and we went through a whirlpool…

Down into shallow, non-chlorine water, with a small concrete beach, and a hallway leading to a bathroom and a dark room with wooden walls with two bunk beds, a dresser, and small toys and trinkets…and bloodstains. Climbing out of the water Riccy and I went to the bathroom to check the thing out, then while she was in there inspecting toothbrushes I headed out the beech. The shallow water was a foot and a half deep, and led like a river *lit by some white lights* around a bend and…out peeked Pennywise.

Letting out a scream I ran to Riccy and told her, telling her to hide and I closed the door, ran into the dark bedroom unto the bottom bunk, hiding under some thick covers. Peeking out Pennywise went into the bathroom, then came out, not even looking into the bedroom and waded his way out and to the bend…turned around and waved at me! He saw me!

Crawling out I checked on Riccy, who had hidden well too…somehow…anyways, we headed to our beds and slept, soon waking up to find some food out on a table on the beach. We ate, knowing we were captives due to the fact we couldn’t escape!

Pennywise soon came out, making some vile low laughter and waded to us, stock still in our seats. I felt utterly cowed as he towered over us with a wicked smile.  He went into some hidden closet, and I took my chance! I ran round the bend, the inside of the house seemingly like a warped version of my grandmothers. I felt if he caught me in his house I woudl be punished, and, finding a screen door and finding a pointy spoon I quickly and hurridly began to rip apart the screen to hopefully freedom…

I was pulled back and pushed over to the bed in the green-yellow room, sititng on it. He hands were on my shoulders, and strange images of me poledancing…for him…were bombarding my brain. I felt they were put there by HIM, not my own, his attempts to scare me, his yellow suit close to me. I was feeling suffocated and dominated at the wild images he was putting in my brain. Soon I almost swooned and closed my eyes in the dream, opening them to find Pennywise sitting behind me with me in his lap and hands kneading my back…as if this massage would make me relaxed into submission…

I woke up quite soon at that.

Art Update 3-29-09: Wicked Clowns, Lotor and sketches

Posted in Art with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 29, 2009 by Sahkmet

Art update 3-29-09.

The rendition of my horrible clown-chase dream...

The rendition of my horrible clown-chase dream...

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Princess Allura and Prince Lotor, a match made in heavenly space! NOT.

Princess Allura and Prince Lotor, a match made in heavenly space! NOT.

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*DISTURBING CLOWN PICTURE*

Sketches form the body building show the night before.

Sketches form the body building show the night before.

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More sketches from the show with an assorted amount of Tim Curry. :3

More sketches from the show with an assorted amount of Tim Curry. :3

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O_O CLOWNS! A Dream.

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 3-22-09.

I await Bella, from Twilight, to run the length of the fence in the English countryside. A crowd gathers at a gravel pit in front of some buildings from a previous dream. I stand, and runa nd watch.

Then Pennywise the Dancing Clown pops up out of the turf.

Don’t see me! Please don’t Oh GOD! I think as I back away. Hopefully he will be distracted by ALL the people running away screaming from the evil clown. I run into the building, frigthened, go through a couple of levels and at the back on the conrecte of the place.

I go back, happy and safe, to a living room down some short wide steps, like a school. And there is Pennywise, socializing with some Confederate Civil War officers.

O_O I squeal and start backing away hoping he didn’t see me and he’s doing other things…but when I go back to the back of the building again and walking on the sides to another entrance, I turn and look behind me and…Pennywise is walking at a fast pace towards me with his evil smile.

I start running…it’s a long ways away! I keep turning my head and he’s still at the same paces away from me! All chuckling and evil and my breath is ragged, I start screamign and whimpering and whining, frightened to wit’s end! I swear I was at this point doing it loudly in my sleep…there were tears in my eyes!

I made it in, flew up the stairs to the previous level. There was a giant, long long hall of rooms and banquests and several dress parties and books. I leaned agianst the railing in the dark of the stairs up there. I felt calm and relaxed. Then I followed my old Girl Scout troop, somehow I was in my orange prom dress, and followed to dinner in the first room.

Then I looked to the stairs and Pennywise was coming. For me.

We were all scremaing and panicking by then! I ran out the room, however it was laboured and I was wearing a dress! I went through more dinners and banquets and DARED NOT TO LOOK BACK. Then I was through the maze of used books by the piles! In fact I felt he was so close as I went through, screaming and gasping I was climbing over the walls…a big wall and then I fell.

I landed on my sides and my leg was broken. I could feel the pain! The humiluation of not being able to run and move while…while…P-Pennyw-wise w-was…standing…r-right there looking d-down at me…

People were watching but couldn’t do a thing. I was kicked and I crawled down the shute into…downdowndown…

I landed on a pile of newspapers and a heatlamp. It was an abandoned half-done office with glass winodws all around. It was a half circle. With nylon strech cubicle walls for to make three rooms and the round part of the blue carpet room I was in was the hallways.  I dragged myself, no crawled to one room with a pond, tiled floor, a fireplace and half finished and styrofoam everywhere. I knew this building, looking outside the window I was under the big complex but the building was big and I was under a big overhanging…lost…abandonded…

I crawled to the other room. It had a toilet and a mass of tall intricate pipes going up to an overhanging with brown dirt in mounds. There were people there, gray haired, old and young…dirty…and holes in burlap up above. I crawled up to the edge, partially hanging on. An old man was talking to me.

“People up above in the greater book store occasionally fall into tunnels and tubs that, through those burlap holes that are rotting, come down here. Pennywise made them and picks us off once and awhile to eat.”

You can bet my face was very very very scared at this point. I crawled down the pipes and down to the floor crawling my way to the half-finished room.

There was paper on the wall with scraggly handwriting and a talking statue that looked alot like my friend Hillary. * O_o* It said…Pennywise would feed me. I could drink from the pond for it was clean and bathe in it. I had a warm fireplace. My sleeping place was the newspapers under the heatlamp. The only way I saw I could amuse myself was playing with the fake plants and Styrofoam. However there was also a black and white thick fashion magazine and I started reading an article about fat ladies capsizing in pools and drowning.

I decided, since I was limber and such, I could escape through the burlap tunnels to freedom, since the old people there did not have enough strength! I also feared I was only here to fatten up for Pennywise like the others up there…and worse. Why was I special?

I crawled up the pipes. I latched, despite hte burdan of my aching leg, to the rim. I asked the old man to help me up.

It was Pennywise that grabbed my arm. With a wicked grin and angry eyes.

The overhang was rising up! He was holding my arm as I dangled high into the air! if I fell I could hurt or even kill myself! I screamed and struggled, pleading with everything I had to please don’t kill me…please don’t…

He was angry I tried to escape. He dropped me.

I clung to the rim before the strength gave out. when I fell I grabbed a pipe halfway, then landed on the hard carpet, pain…weak…watching Pennywise swoop down and drag me by the hands to the window while I was definietely the helpless damsel in distress: however no one was coming to rescue me.

I was flopped and sobbing on the carpet and I felt warm hands on my face and body. He meant not to eat me…but something else as he kneeled by my side with drool from his white and red pasty lips.

Then I woke up.

Seriously dude. SERIOUSLY.

If you don’t know who Pennywise is…