PhantomSeptember

Just a little September phantom in the sun.

A Dream.

phantomseptember:

I had a really cool dream last night.

For some reason, I went to the beach. I hate the beach, so I dunno why I went to the beach, but I did. In my dreams, the beach is always packed with people, and there are dead fish and things littering the shore. This time, there was also a huge cement wall about five feet past where the dry sand of the beach started. It was as if the ocean had been sunk into a vast sewer. On the thin strip of beach between the green-grey cement wall and the wave-less water, people were sitting on the sand enjoying the beach. 

So I got in the water, which is pretty deep right away, and started swimming parallel to the shore, looking at all the dead animals on the sand. I remember the goblin shark in particular. I swam for awhile and then got back out. 

At this point, I noticed that there was something wrong with the palm of my left hand. There were some kind of spines lodged in it. The spines looked a little like lionfish spines. 

I tried to take them out. 

Chunks of flesh came away with each spine I pulled out, but I didn’t stop until they were all out. I looked at my hand, and the palm was like a giant crater and I could see the exposed bones of my hand through the pink remnants.

Then the blood started. I don’t know how long I ran it under water in the sink at my apartment, but it was a long time. The blood kept coming in dark red gouts, welling up through the stigmata in my hand. 

The next day I went to the hospital. It looked as though someone had raided the place. Cabinets and doors were left open, debris was all over the floor; many of the open cabinets had been emptied of their contents. Only about half the lights were on. Eventually I found the doctor—or perhaps I didn’t. But finally I was in a well-lit room and I looked at my left hand and there was nothing there but pink, shiny scarred skin. 

Best dream ever. Whoever sent that one, this an official request for more like it. 

Ah ha! Lacrimode managed to find that dream of mine! I am thoroughly impressed! I looked really hard for it and failed. Thank you!

Ah, so excited. bought The Iron Giant on DVD. I’ve been watching it on VHS up until now, but I don’t have a TV or player here at my place. 

Oh ho! Correction! Not the only one awake. 

Oh ho! Correction! Not the only one awake. 

Me too! I searched for way too long. I remember so many of the exact words I used in that post, and yet I can’t find it no matter what I try. 

Me too! I searched for way too long. I remember so many of the exact words I used in that post, and yet I can’t find it no matter what I try. 

Night companions falling away one by one.

kateordie:

kamiexe:

chicken-fingers:

this movie was way too heavy for its intended age group

it’s actually really perfect for all ages because when kids learn this stuff early in life it stays with them 

The best all-ages material understands that kids are so much smarter than most adults give them credit for. I think stories that file down all the edges do them a disservice. There’s a lot to be said for not being afraid to be scary, to be clever, to be dangerous. That’s what we, as adults, remember. That’s why I love writing for a young audience - you’re reaching readers who are not only brilliant and intuitive, but they still believe in magic.

(Source: sometimes-alice, via artropod)

lochichi:

I may or may not have actually updated in…4 months. 
Have some art?

lochichi:

I may or may not have actually updated in…4 months. 

Have some art?

HELP

Can anyone help me find that post where I talked about that graphic bloody dream I had where there were those barbs in my hand and then all the blood happened?

Ugggh. I want to find it and save it, because it’s the only account of that dream I have, apparently.