Pig Mask Dream - 9/20/2012

I had this Dream about a Year ago and I forgot to post it on here so here it is.... I must say this dream was unbelievably creepy. My cousin, who is going to college for producing films, wanted to use this dream for one of his short films, lol. It's an interesting dream to say the least... Anyway, here it goes:


Pig Mask Dream 9/20/2012 

I was in this trailer with this kid and my in-laws and Jeff (My Husband). There were huge fish tanks everywhere with bizzar looking fish in them. I was wanting to take the fish tanks home and as I was walking to the door there was a panic.


The little kid started screaming. And one of my in-law's said "Someone is at the door". I was spooked. The door had a window with a light colored curtian covering it and I could see the shilloette of a man through it. I freaked and we all ran to the back room.


We heard banging from outside the trailer. We kept going from room to room. This trailer seemed to be growing rooms! Then the banging stopped and I told the kid it hide by the side of the bed of the room we were in. I walked out into the hallway and looked out the window, and there were these men in pig masks looking through the windows and they started banging on the windows and trailer again.


I ran to make sure the door was locked and make sure no one had got inside. Then I looked out the window and saw a riot going on. People were swinggin chains, carrying weapons and shooting guns, and running in the street around the trailer!


I ran back to the room that the kid was in and it was just me and the kid there. I looked into the next room and there was this girl in her underwear hunched down in the dark room and her hair was long and black and it covered her and part of the floor. She was breathing very heavily.


I was so afraid to go into the room so I slwoly backed away and when I turned around the kid I was with had changed. He had black as cole eyes and huge bags and was completely pail and he just stared at me. Then I woke up. 


Creepy Nursery Rhymes

Nursery rhymes

There are some nursery rhymes
that move nicely,
but have some creepy lyrics.

There's Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater,
Billy Boy,
Three Blind Mice,
Georgie Porgie,

Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater:
Peter Peter pumpkin eater
Had a wife and couldn't keep her
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well!


A nursery rhyme about a man
who cannot keep his wife,
so he stuck her into a pumpkin shell?


Oh me,
Oh my,
Oh goodness why?


Not exactly
what I'd want
for my children to hear!

Billy Boy:
Oh, where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy?
Oh, where have you been, Charming Billy?
I have been to seek a wife, she's the joy of my whole life
But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother


At first, it may seem cute,
but then you should
stop and think.


This "Billy Boy" wants a wife,
so he chooses a girl
who is very young,
and is still in the care
of her mother?


I believe that this is strange,
and it sort of screams,
at least to me,


Three Blind Mice
Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run, see how they run,
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,
Did you ever see such a thing in your life,
As three blind mice?


A song that starts out fine,

but then goes to talk about

cutting off the tails of

three little mice!


Who would cut the tails

off of mice,

and have a rhyme about it?


That to me,

is a little strange!



Georgie Porgie
Georgie Porgie pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.


This rhyme right here,

is an interesting one.


Why oh why

does Georgie Porgie

insist on making little girls cry?!


Sing a Song of Sixpence
Sing a song of sixpence a

pocket full of rye,


Four and twenty blackbirds

baked in a pie.


When the pie was opened the

birds began to sing,


Oh wasn't that a dainty dish

to set before the king?


The king was in his counting

house counting out his money,


The queen was in the parlour

eating bread and honey.


The maid was in the garden

hanging out the clothes,


When down came a blackbird

and pecked off her nose!



Oh my!


That is quite a

creepy tune.


Who would bake

live birds

into a pie?


Not exactly a poem I'd like to read

to my children, no way,

no way!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about some nursery rhymes that I feel like shouldn't be there for children to hear.

Please let me know what you think!! Comments and criticisms are greatly welcomed!

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My Wooden Floors.

My floors are made of old wooden planks.
They creak and crack when I walk across them.
I recognize any of my relatives just by the sounds of the floors they walk upon.
Well, not that I hear them anymore...
I live alone now.
In this old creaky house.
No body visits me or gives me the friendly phone call now and then...
Just alone.
Not at nights though...
I feel happy at nights...
at least I can hear my relatives creaking across the floor they were buried under all these years...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is my first poem I posted :D It's a little eerie to start with but there are more to come :)

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The Watcher


I often wonder what shambles
Just beyond unopened doors
What hidden marvel ambles
Upon dark and unseen floors
When the thresholds seal is broken
And flooding light pours in
What ghosts of words unspoken
Are drowned within the din
I find my mind goes drifting
I gaze long and lose much time
For my spirit is in need of lifting
By the world which hides behind
It must seem odd how long I stare
More so that I barely blink
But to me this is a prayer
That I should one day cross the brink
So I watch shadow darkened doorways
To the silence I bend my ear
For a creak or crack I dearly gaze
And I long so much to hear
Yes, the opening will come one day
The barrier be breached
I will crawl into the outer plane
Like a loathsome hungry leech

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The Crazed Witch

Dark and dreary.
Homes are weary.
The crazed witch lives.
The crazed witch dies.
Her tales are passed on.
Her tales are lived through,
the small little girl who's name is Sue.
She grows up.
She moves away.
But the crazed witch still haunts her.
Day by agonizing day.
Is Sue still alive?
I may say no.
I may say yes.
All i know,
Is that Sue's disappearance,
caused the witch to rest.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This Poem Is about a insane witch possessing a young girl (sue)

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Creepy, Lovely, Cliche.

Blood Is Red.
Bruises Are Blue.
Our Love is Dead
And You'll be Soon

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a creepy and cliche, love poem, that just came to me.

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The Doors

The doors must close
At some point,
For if they stay open forever,
At some point
The cold will get in.

All the people who are waiting outside
Can feel the need to
Get in,
While all the people within the doors
Are screaming for

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't know where this one came from.... It just happened.

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The night is lovingly black.
Caresses the demons about to attack.
Stars litter the booming silence,
Quiets the mortals crying for deliverance.
Blood strokes like a gentle lover,
Soothing the vampires throats over.
Moon hangs heavily in the sky;
Entrancing the wolves to howl and cry.
The wind ruffles the Fall leaves,
Making even the ghouls drop to their knees.
Houses are dimmed and quiet,
The witches are holding their breaths to keep silent.
A monotonous sound of the clock striking twelve,
And all the sorceri are casting tonight's spell.
Screams, shrieks, and howls inturrupt the night;
Beings prancing about in delight.
The veil between worlds is pierced,
Monster of many kind come through and strike fear.
Both big and small they've come,
To celebrate before the rising sun.
And both kindly and monsterous they will go,
Before any of the humans ever know.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was just made in favour of my love to Halloween; my favourite holiday. ♥

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