Psychic dream projections: Has Chris haunted you? -

[Tubular Monkey]

As most of you know, I have been the continued victim of psychic dream attacks from Chris. These occur usually at night, and manifest themselves in the form of Chris's face laughing at me and chasing me down the hall. It is a terrifying experience and is a none-too-subtle reminder that Chris has abilities that border on magical. I do not know how or where he picked this talent up, but he seems to have mastered it. Has anyone else been "visited" by him like this? I was hoping to start a support group of some kind.

 

[TrippinKahlua]

Hah, you say Chris has that Power? The mindfuck that he is, I wouldn't be surprised.

 

[Butta Face Lopez]

He's haunted my dreams more than once and I haven't enjoyed it. It never crossed my mind that he'd been doing it on purpose.

I thought I was just fucked.

 

[Kosher Dill]

In dreams? No. But a few months after I started posting here I started getting these strange waking nightmares. I'm paralyzed and a weird fear comes over me, and my vision goes brown. I am LONG not ready for this!

 

[LU 961]

I've dreamed about him watching me in my sleep several times, and waking up to see his creepy stare. Eek.

 

[Himawari]

Not Chris himself, but for the past few weeks Patti has been haunting my dreams every fourth night.

The dream is always the same, and it starts out pleasant enough: I'm at the Game Place, hanging out and having a good time with all the other trolls, when suddenly, everyone turns into Leonard Bearstein and his animatronic orchestra and Patti jumps out and chases me down a long, never-ending hall while the bears play Ride of the Valkyries. I run and run and run, but slowly and surely Patti is catching up to me, until just as she's on my heels and surely about to chew me to shreds, I wake up in a cold sweat.

It's gotten to the point that I'm perpetually sleep-deprived. It's somewhat a relief to learn that I'm not the only one experiencing such dreams!

 

[Hollywood Hulk Hogan]

Brother, now is the time to start training, saying your prayers and eating your vitamins. Chris will be no match for you in your dreams and you can challenge him to a match in the squared circle!

 

[LM 697]

Tubular Monkey - I know you. You'll get yours in your dreams, your ni - your nightmares. *makes a claw*

 

[DykesDykesChina]

In my nightmares, sometimes an internet lumberjack chases me with his ax

 

[Batman VS Tony Danza]

Yeah, I didn't think too much of it at first but then I realized I wasn't the real target.

My family gets together on July 4th but there are also a few birthdays around that time so in July we see each other more than usual. Anyway, it was the 4th and we were grilling and we've all had a few beers at that point so my mom enters what we call "share mode". She rarely drinks so she gets hit by it twice as hard and starts sharing too much information. She's a bit into that new age spiritual stuff and tends to read too much into things so we prepared to start the eye-rolling when she brought up the subject of dreams.

No one rolled their eyes after she told us what she had been dreaming about.

"A man, a child, and a dog"

Everyone was quiet. The cryptic way she said it was in heavy contrast to the jovial tone she had set previously that night. I thought that's why everyone in my family looked creeped out but it seems there was more to it. My mom went into a bit more detail. She said that she would have seemingly normal dreams that would just "get the pause button hit on them". After she'd feel like she had spent eternity paralyzed in a limbo of a dream she'd find herself abruptly sitting in a diner booth with an a man with siler hair. When she first looked across the table she noticed he was hunched over and just staring at the table as if he was some kind of unwound toy soldier or the tin lumberjack from Wizard of Oz before Dorothy gave him some oil. After a few moments he flung to life and jerked about. My mom compared his movement to the spastic animatronic singing robots at Chuck E. Cheese we used to watch when I was a kid.

"Hello?", the strange man mouthed in her direction

My mom said he would keep repeating that until she whimpered out a response. When she finally did is when things got worse.

"Oh, hello. My name is Robert Chandler"

This is when I nearly shit myself listening to her dream. I tried to maintain my cool so no one would notice my reaction to that name. I looked around to see if it had worked and that's when I noticed everyone in my family was locked onto my mom as if they were in a trance. They all had the same stare, as if someone scooped out their eyes and replaced them with those of a dead fish.

I finally shat myself.

I turned back to my mom and at this point she was in tears. She said 'Robert' told her everything. Anything. He would ramble on about everything in the world as his body violently twitched about like an insect in a man's form. My mom said that time felt "bent". The moment was so distorted and small. It was ugly like something was wrong with it and it made her feel sick. Robert kept talking though. About everything and nothing. His body contorting more and more as he spoke.

That's when my mom stopped speaking and the atmosphere shifted back to normal just as quickly as it had abruptly changed before. It was like nothing had happened and we have yet to speak more of it. I'm afraid. Afraid to learn about the child and dog.

I'll be back to read more about your guys' experiences but I have to go. Hmm. I appeared to have shit myself again. It seems to keep happening. Yeah. Hmm.

 

[Tubular Monkey]

Tubular Monkey - I know you. You'll get yours in your dreams, your ni - your nightmares. *makes a claw*

His disembodied stress sigh passed right through my soul.

 

[JULAY]

Yeah, I didn't think too much of it at first but then I realized I wasn't the real target.

My family gets together on July 4th but there are also a few birthdays around that time so in July we see each other more than usual. Anyway, it was the 4th and we were grilling and we've all had a few beers at that point so my mom enters what we call "share mode". She rarely drinks so she gets hit by it twice as hard and starts sharing too much information. She's a bit into that new age spiritual stuff and tends to read too much into things so we prepared to start the eye-rolling when she brought up the subject of dreams.

No one rolled their eyes after she told us what she had been dreaming about.

"A man, a child, and a dog"

Everyone was quiet. The cryptic way she said it was in heavy contrast to the jovial tone she had set previously that night. I thought that's why everyone in my family looked creeped out but it seems there was more to it. My mom went into a bit more detail. She said that she would have seemingly normal dreams that would just "get the pause button hit on them". After she'd feel like she had spent eternity paralyzed in a limbo of a dream she'd find herself abruptly sitting in a diner booth with an a man with siler hair. When she first looked across the table she noticed he was hunched over and just staring at the table as if he was some kind of unwound toy soldier or the tin lumberjack from Wizard of Oz before Dorothy gave him some oil. After a few moments he flung to life and jerked about. My mom compared his movement to the spastic animatronic singing robots at Chuck E. Cheese we used to watch when I was a kid.

"Hello?", the strange man mouthed in her direction

My mom said he would keep repeating that until she whimpered out a response. When she finally did is when things got worse.

"Oh, hello. My name is Robert Chandler"

This is when I nearly shit myself listening to her dream. I tried to maintain my cool so no one would notice my reaction to that name. I looked around to see if it had worked and that's when I noticed everyone in my family was locked onto my mom as if they were in a trance. They all had the same stare, as if someone scooped out their eyes and replaced them with those of a dead fish.

I finally shat myself.

I turned back to my mom and at this point she was in tears. She said 'Robert' told her everything. Anything. He would ramble on about everything in the world as his body violently twitched about like an insect in a man's form. My mom said that time felt "bent". The moment was so distorted and small. It was ugly like something was wrong with it and it made her feel sick. Robert kept talking though. About everything and nothing. His body contorting more and more as he spoke.

That's when my mom stopped speaking and the atmosphere shifted back to normal just as quickly as it had abruptly changed before. It was like nothing had happened and we have yet to speak more of it. I'm afraid. Afraid to learn about the child and dog.

I'll be back to read more about your guys' experiences but I have to go. Hmm. I appeared to have shit myself again. It seems to keep happening. Yeah. Hmm.

FUCK ME! I had that same exact dream! The child... He kept saying "Do not be afraid of me, like the teachers of the Elementary School were; they did not understand me and my mind. I want you to understand my mind..."

I was so fucking terrified that I shit my briefs! Then I tried to scream, but I had no mouth. My only thought was "I HAVE NO MOUTH AND I MUST SCREAM"

That Nightmare rendered me as damned silent as the Autistic child.



It'll be a long, long time before I can sleep again.

 

[Holdek]

As most of you know, I have been the continued victim of psychic dream attacks from Chris. These occur usually at night, and manifest themselves in the form of Chris's face laughing at me and chasing me down the hall. It is a terrifying experience and is a none-too-subtle reminder that Chris has abilities that border on magical. I do not know how or where he picked this talent up, but he seems to have mastered it. Has anyone else been "visited" by him like this? I was hoping to start a support group of some kind.

Chris doesn't give me nightmares; when he appears in my dreams he just grosses or weirds me out.

 

[Grand Number of Pounds]

I had a nightmare where Chris sent his cyberbully police after me. How Chris got my license plate number I'll never know (I got pulled over). They arrested me and put me in a holding cell with a bunch of fat crossdressers. I was eventually let go for lack of evidence.

I also had a dream where Chris was my doctor. Instead of an older Indian gentleman I went to my regularly scheduled appointment and found Chris there. It wasn't scary, just weird.

 

[CalmMyTits]

I once had this really weird dream where I was trying to troll Chris by pretending to be his girlfriend (I don't know how I ended up in Virginia since I live several states away) and Barb kept trying to break into my house.

 

[RV 229]

I had this awful dream where I actually was captured and "brought in" to the CWCville Circut Court! I was put on trial in front of the whole chaotic combo! It was terrifying. I was afraid to go to sleep at night afterwards. Then I found out that Indigo has this dream more often because she's not as far from Chris like I am. I feel sorry for my gal-pal, but I'm glad I'm not her!

 

[Goddessoftheshire]

I wouldn't say Chris haunts my dreams, but when I'm in the store and I see orange Fanta it is forever ruined knowing what he does with the soda.

 

[LordCustos3]

Y'know how you can ward off a vampire with a crucifix?
You can ward off the hostile thoughtforms of a Chris'tard with a bar of soap.

 

[Ryan Rash]

He popped up in one or two of my dreams, but I wouldn't say he was haunting me. And I had some fucked up dreams, like one where I was jumped by a giant tick.

 

[CatParty]

Christian? No.

Christopher? Heck yeah. All the time.