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Ok I wasn't really sure to put this in the dreams or strange but true category but here it is. 
First off I am the editor of this site and yes I too have strange dreams etc. About three or more years 
ago I had a dream, I know what you're thinking, how could I remember a dream after three years, 
well the only reason I did is because from time to time I like to use my dreams as inspiration for 
paintings. Anyway In my dream I was looking from New Jersy towards New York from accross the 
water at all the buildings etc. and in front of the view still on the New Jersy side was a huge cage full 
of people and surrounding the cage were some crocodiles with WINGS, on top of the cage was either 
myself or somebody else "not sure" and that person was trying to unlatch the gate of the cage to set 
the people free. Under any other circumstances this dream may not seem so signifigant but since 
Sept.11,2001 it really made me think........ Have a good look at it and tell me what you think. 
I had a dream that I finally got my business card, except they were written with crayon, and my title 
was LEAH,I don't get it... 
CrapBoy 
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1764615/ 
All i remember is seeing a very bright light, then seeing another bright light only this time my 
curtains were covering most of it up. Then i looked at the end of my bed and saw three inhuman 
figures and started screaming. My dad had to wake me up because i was screaming so loud in my 
dream and even when i woke up i was still screaming. I woke everyone in the house up. Ill never 
forget it. -very true 
Eric 
I had this one powerful dream, I was sitting on porch connected to a trailor home. The was a tv on 
this table and 2 vcr's besides it. I was dubbing smut movies. Then out of the blue, lightning struck 
me. I felt the extremely hot electricity current flow through my whole body, I was shaking very 
violently, I was screaming, "oh god, please god, no god, I don't want to die, please no, god." over and
over. The pain was so trumatic, I don't even remember it. I fell on the ground lighning still cursing 
through my body. Then it stopped, and I heard in this low deep rumbling voice, "Get rid of it" and 
then I woke up. That very morning I erased all my smut on my tapes, on my computer and threw out 
my magazines. That dream spooked me so bad. That's not the only dream I had with lightning. -True 
"Dead Again" 
Only two hours before the start of my shift, and once again I don't want to get out of bed. I'm always 
feeling too tired in the morning, and I never hear the alarm. I have to rely on my wife to wake me or 
I'd never make it. Lucky me! After calling me a few times, I finally open my eyes. But only for a 
second. Just enough time to see her face and then close them again. It's at this point my subconcious 
mind takes over. But this time it would prove deadly. I can see a screen consisting of three red 
squares. Nothing strange, just a picture of squares. The distraction of my wife calling me again was 
faint, but I ignored it. 
A change was taking place, and the first square changed to black. That was it! Nothing bizarre or 
out of the ordinary. I was now stuck between the concious and subconcious. The mind is such an 
amazing thing! She called again shortly after, and I still didn't move. The second red square changed 
to black. This made me very curious, and also a little nervous. There was only one square left. What 
does this mean? Does it serve any purpose, other than play with my mind? I couldn't understand 
what was happening. Nevertheless, I had to make a decision. Do I get up now, or hold out for the 
final square after she calls me? At least that's what I assume is going to happen. After a few minutes, 
I could hear her voice again. But this time it sounded different. I looked to see her face. She had no 
eyes! Just two black holes of emptyness. 
I've never seen anything so evil, because she was smiling. And she didn't say a word. It was another 
nightmare. A dream within a dream. I wasted no time to close my eyes again, thinking that the last 
square was my window to the real world. A few moments pass. I suddenly felt my lungs collapse, and 
I couldn't breath anymore. Now I was really panicking! It seemed like forever, as any nightmare 
usually does. I was losing conciousness. The third square was finally, but slowly making it's 
appearance. I thought this was it. It would be over now. It was my way out. Surprisingly, it too 
turned black, but with a distorted message. It said..."YOU'RE DEAD". And with that everything 
blackened. I was gone! Dead!! No pictures, sound, or memory. I was really dead, because there was 
no sense of anything! ...Until I woke up. 
"Undead" 
When I was about 9 or 10 years old I dreamnt that I was sleeping in my bed and I awoke to the 
sound of my bedroom door opening. I looked up to see this tall heavy set man in suspenders and a 
dirty old shirt walking into the room. He just stared straight ahead until he was all the way in the 
room. Then after a minute he turned his head to me and had this wild and silly grin on his face. I 
jumped out of bed and he came at me and reached out and at that point I woke up sweating. I 
jumped out of bed and ran downstairs where my mother was cooking. I was blurting out the story of 
this weird dream I had when all of a sudden from the the upstairs hallway door this man was slowly 
walking around the corner and coming toward us with that grin on his face. I looked up at my 
mother with fright and said something about him coming. My mother turned around and looked 
right at him and turned to me and grinned with the same expression of the man. I backed up 
screaming and only then did I really wake up from this nightmare. I got up to see where everyone 
was and they were all still asleep. True story.
I had a really demented dream like, last week. I woke up like, in the middle of the night and I looked 
at the screen on my computer, expecting to see a black background and the orange Hanson sign 
because that's my screen saver. But enstead my screen was white with blue spots and it looked like 
it was being sucked in. I have no idea why but that scared me. I tried to scream for my dad but I 
couldn't scream because my voice was hoarse and scratchy. And I kept trying to scream and 
couldn't. and then I backed into the corner of my bed and started crying. And I have no idea what 
happened then. 
forlorn 
I dreamed i was in a place in the desert there was some kind of ritual going on some of the people 
there were dressed from head to foot in gold one person would somehow be chosen in the process of 
a game horribly, this person would be chosen to be eaten he would be chased down,killed, eaten and 
the game would begin again. 
My dream starts out with me lying in my bed trying to get to sleep. I couldn't get comfortable, so I 
slid the down the side of my bed and onto the floor. Earlier I had kicked off my blankets and left 
them in one big heap on top of my bed. As I lay on the floor, I looked at the blankets and wondered if 
there might be anything behind them. To my surprize, there was a girl sitting there. She in a red 
chair sitting next to the door. She was busy looking into her purse or something, and didn't seem to 
notice me. 
I noticed that she was barefoot and had set her shoes on the floor next to her. It seemed strange for 
her to be just sitting there like that. But as I thought about it, I remembered that she was visiting 
from England and was staying in my room for a few days. The chair was her little area, and she 
would stay there when she wasn't out sight-seeing and visiting other people. She was thin, medium 
height, and had short blonde hair. She was attractive, but not in a sexual way. When I lay back down 
on the floor, she disappeared back behind the blankets. 
After about 15 minutes I looked up again but she was gone. She had left the chair hehind, just sitting 
there empty. I got up and decided to go outside. I started walking down the hall, but then my eyeball 
suddenly popped out of its socket. This did not seem unusual to me at the time. It seemed like it was 
bound to happen sooner or later, and I was prepared to deal with it. When bent down to pick it up, I 
noticed little pieces of lint all over it. So I took it to the bathroom to wash it off. On the way there I 
noticed a tiny hole on the back of it. I wondered how that little hole could possibly line up with the 
recieving unit inside of my eyesocket. But I figured that whoever designed it would have solved this 
problem, and all I had to do was pop it back into my eyesocket. I got to the bathroom and washed it 
off. It seemed like it would be easy just to pop it back into my eyesocket, and I felt relieved. But I 
had trouble squeezing it past the rim of my eye socket, so I had to push it in a little harder. It 
seemed like whoever designed it wouldn't let it break under this much pressure. But when I pushed 
it in, it broke open and leaked water down my face. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, 
horrified with my empty eye socket. Ray
i'm with a girl being hunted down in Killaloe a friend of ours is hacked and killed these two guys stop 
to help us my friend is taken over to their car to our surprise, the people pretending to help us are 
really the killers chasing us my friend, the girl, is killed. i am a girl as well. i pick up a knife and kill 
the man who has killed the other girl the other killer is casting a spell on the male friend of ours the 
guy who was first killed trying to steal his skin he is making himself into a tiny doll, so he can 
continue killing he has hacked the head off my friend he is holding a little doll that looks like santa 
claus and he is trying to finish the spell putting hair on the little arms of the doll i kill them both 
Janice 10/3/98 I was in a Catholic cemetery with Joyce. It was night time. We had to go up a very 
steep hill to get there. Joyce was driving. She said," I'll put the pedal to the metal," and up we went 
like a rocket. It was very dark. We entered a gothic looking building. there were graves in the 
building. Many different sorts of grave markers. We got to the location where her mothers grave site 
was and found that it had been dug up. There was a woman there and she asked what had happen to 
the grave and was told that her mothers body was in storage. That the remains were to be moved to 
Acacia cemetery. Joyce told the woman that she didn't want this to happen. 
So the next thing you know they show us where they have put the mothers body in a metal cube. 
gray in color. There was a smaller cube right next to the bigger cube that housed the body. I figured 
that it was a generator because when I put my hand on it I found it to be warm. They put the cubes 
oddly enough between our house and Audry's next door. Audrey told me , " come here I have 
something for you." I went into her house at this point and it was weird. There were bags of popcorn 
everywhere and popcorn balls also. the whole place seems like it was a huge maze, with narrow 
right angled passageways all over the place. 
She brought me a green and blue Chinese figurine. She told me that she would sell me this item 
saying it was authentic. I responded saying that I would give her 40.00 for it. It was covered in a 
plastic. I went outside and there was a little man sitting on a small wooden stool. I was standing next 
to him and I was wearing a long jean skirt slit a bit up the front. As I was talking to Audrey outside I 
caught him trying to look up my dress and told him that I really wished he wouldn't do that. I went 
back in the house and then came back out and Audrey says, " I have another one for you." I told her 
," wait someone is calling me." I then walked two or three houses down and there was this beautiful 
house where there was a party going on. 
People were coming out the front door as I walked up. A young woman, with her husband 
approached me. A very nice couple. She turns out to be the daughter of a famous person. I haven't 
been able to figure who it was though. I introduced myself and the woman apologized to me for not 
inviting me to the party. She handed me a little plastic bag saying this is for you," and inside were 
tiny glass vials and she told me that " you have to break them open, they are perfumes from all over 
the world." I then walked back toward Audreys and Shelly came outside and handed me the mate to 
the other figurine that Audrey had given me which was also wrapped in plastic. I gave her 37.00. I 
brought the figurine home and John O. was here. My dead husband. 
He was very angry that I had made these purchases. I removed the plastic from the figurines and 
upon doing so I discovered that they weren't antique but that they were current reproductions. So I 
called Shelly on the phone and told her what I had discovered. I told her that I wanted my money 
back, saying I was sure that there had been some sort of misunderstanding. I walked back to 
Audreys and took the figurines back to them and Audrey gave me my money back. She said," I don't 
know what the problem is I used to sell these all the time at the flee market." One of the oddest 
things about this was that normally I might have been more angry but through all of this no one
really got mad at anyone except my dead husband who had been angry with me. 
John/Janice 
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1764615/ 
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Subconcious Perception page 3

  • 1. Subconcious Perception page 3 Ok I wasn't really sure to put this in the dreams or strange but true category but here it is. First off I am the editor of this site and yes I too have strange dreams etc. About three or more years ago I had a dream, I know what you're thinking, how could I remember a dream after three years, well the only reason I did is because from time to time I like to use my dreams as inspiration for paintings. Anyway In my dream I was looking from New Jersy towards New York from accross the water at all the buildings etc. and in front of the view still on the New Jersy side was a huge cage full of people and surrounding the cage were some crocodiles with WINGS, on top of the cage was either myself or somebody else "not sure" and that person was trying to unlatch the gate of the cage to set the people free. Under any other circumstances this dream may not seem so signifigant but since Sept.11,2001 it really made me think........ Have a good look at it and tell me what you think. I had a dream that I finally got my business card, except they were written with crayon, and my title was LEAH,I don't get it... CrapBoy http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1764615/ All i remember is seeing a very bright light, then seeing another bright light only this time my curtains were covering most of it up. Then i looked at the end of my bed and saw three inhuman figures and started screaming. My dad had to wake me up because i was screaming so loud in my dream and even when i woke up i was still screaming. I woke everyone in the house up. Ill never forget it. -very true Eric I had this one powerful dream, I was sitting on porch connected to a trailor home. The was a tv on this table and 2 vcr's besides it. I was dubbing smut movies. Then out of the blue, lightning struck me. I felt the extremely hot electricity current flow through my whole body, I was shaking very violently, I was screaming, "oh god, please god, no god, I don't want to die, please no, god." over and
  • 2. over. The pain was so trumatic, I don't even remember it. I fell on the ground lighning still cursing through my body. Then it stopped, and I heard in this low deep rumbling voice, "Get rid of it" and then I woke up. That very morning I erased all my smut on my tapes, on my computer and threw out my magazines. That dream spooked me so bad. That's not the only dream I had with lightning. -True "Dead Again" Only two hours before the start of my shift, and once again I don't want to get out of bed. I'm always feeling too tired in the morning, and I never hear the alarm. I have to rely on my wife to wake me or I'd never make it. Lucky me! After calling me a few times, I finally open my eyes. But only for a second. Just enough time to see her face and then close them again. It's at this point my subconcious mind takes over. But this time it would prove deadly. I can see a screen consisting of three red squares. Nothing strange, just a picture of squares. The distraction of my wife calling me again was faint, but I ignored it. A change was taking place, and the first square changed to black. That was it! Nothing bizarre or out of the ordinary. I was now stuck between the concious and subconcious. The mind is such an amazing thing! She called again shortly after, and I still didn't move. The second red square changed to black. This made me very curious, and also a little nervous. There was only one square left. What does this mean? Does it serve any purpose, other than play with my mind? I couldn't understand what was happening. Nevertheless, I had to make a decision. Do I get up now, or hold out for the final square after she calls me? At least that's what I assume is going to happen. After a few minutes, I could hear her voice again. But this time it sounded different. I looked to see her face. She had no eyes! Just two black holes of emptyness. I've never seen anything so evil, because she was smiling. And she didn't say a word. It was another nightmare. A dream within a dream. I wasted no time to close my eyes again, thinking that the last square was my window to the real world. A few moments pass. I suddenly felt my lungs collapse, and I couldn't breath anymore. Now I was really panicking! It seemed like forever, as any nightmare usually does. I was losing conciousness. The third square was finally, but slowly making it's appearance. I thought this was it. It would be over now. It was my way out. Surprisingly, it too turned black, but with a distorted message. It said..."YOU'RE DEAD". And with that everything blackened. I was gone! Dead!! No pictures, sound, or memory. I was really dead, because there was no sense of anything! ...Until I woke up. "Undead" When I was about 9 or 10 years old I dreamnt that I was sleeping in my bed and I awoke to the sound of my bedroom door opening. I looked up to see this tall heavy set man in suspenders and a dirty old shirt walking into the room. He just stared straight ahead until he was all the way in the room. Then after a minute he turned his head to me and had this wild and silly grin on his face. I jumped out of bed and he came at me and reached out and at that point I woke up sweating. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs where my mother was cooking. I was blurting out the story of this weird dream I had when all of a sudden from the the upstairs hallway door this man was slowly walking around the corner and coming toward us with that grin on his face. I looked up at my mother with fright and said something about him coming. My mother turned around and looked right at him and turned to me and grinned with the same expression of the man. I backed up screaming and only then did I really wake up from this nightmare. I got up to see where everyone was and they were all still asleep. True story.
  • 3. I had a really demented dream like, last week. I woke up like, in the middle of the night and I looked at the screen on my computer, expecting to see a black background and the orange Hanson sign because that's my screen saver. But enstead my screen was white with blue spots and it looked like it was being sucked in. I have no idea why but that scared me. I tried to scream for my dad but I couldn't scream because my voice was hoarse and scratchy. And I kept trying to scream and couldn't. and then I backed into the corner of my bed and started crying. And I have no idea what happened then. forlorn I dreamed i was in a place in the desert there was some kind of ritual going on some of the people there were dressed from head to foot in gold one person would somehow be chosen in the process of a game horribly, this person would be chosen to be eaten he would be chased down,killed, eaten and the game would begin again. My dream starts out with me lying in my bed trying to get to sleep. I couldn't get comfortable, so I slid the down the side of my bed and onto the floor. Earlier I had kicked off my blankets and left them in one big heap on top of my bed. As I lay on the floor, I looked at the blankets and wondered if there might be anything behind them. To my surprize, there was a girl sitting there. She in a red chair sitting next to the door. She was busy looking into her purse or something, and didn't seem to notice me. I noticed that she was barefoot and had set her shoes on the floor next to her. It seemed strange for her to be just sitting there like that. But as I thought about it, I remembered that she was visiting from England and was staying in my room for a few days. The chair was her little area, and she would stay there when she wasn't out sight-seeing and visiting other people. She was thin, medium height, and had short blonde hair. She was attractive, but not in a sexual way. When I lay back down on the floor, she disappeared back behind the blankets. After about 15 minutes I looked up again but she was gone. She had left the chair hehind, just sitting there empty. I got up and decided to go outside. I started walking down the hall, but then my eyeball suddenly popped out of its socket. This did not seem unusual to me at the time. It seemed like it was bound to happen sooner or later, and I was prepared to deal with it. When bent down to pick it up, I noticed little pieces of lint all over it. So I took it to the bathroom to wash it off. On the way there I noticed a tiny hole on the back of it. I wondered how that little hole could possibly line up with the recieving unit inside of my eyesocket. But I figured that whoever designed it would have solved this problem, and all I had to do was pop it back into my eyesocket. I got to the bathroom and washed it off. It seemed like it would be easy just to pop it back into my eyesocket, and I felt relieved. But I had trouble squeezing it past the rim of my eye socket, so I had to push it in a little harder. It seemed like whoever designed it wouldn't let it break under this much pressure. But when I pushed it in, it broke open and leaked water down my face. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, horrified with my empty eye socket. Ray
  • 4. i'm with a girl being hunted down in Killaloe a friend of ours is hacked and killed these two guys stop to help us my friend is taken over to their car to our surprise, the people pretending to help us are really the killers chasing us my friend, the girl, is killed. i am a girl as well. i pick up a knife and kill the man who has killed the other girl the other killer is casting a spell on the male friend of ours the guy who was first killed trying to steal his skin he is making himself into a tiny doll, so he can continue killing he has hacked the head off my friend he is holding a little doll that looks like santa claus and he is trying to finish the spell putting hair on the little arms of the doll i kill them both Janice 10/3/98 I was in a Catholic cemetery with Joyce. It was night time. We had to go up a very steep hill to get there. Joyce was driving. She said," I'll put the pedal to the metal," and up we went like a rocket. It was very dark. We entered a gothic looking building. there were graves in the building. Many different sorts of grave markers. We got to the location where her mothers grave site was and found that it had been dug up. There was a woman there and she asked what had happen to the grave and was told that her mothers body was in storage. That the remains were to be moved to Acacia cemetery. Joyce told the woman that she didn't want this to happen. So the next thing you know they show us where they have put the mothers body in a metal cube. gray in color. There was a smaller cube right next to the bigger cube that housed the body. I figured that it was a generator because when I put my hand on it I found it to be warm. They put the cubes oddly enough between our house and Audry's next door. Audrey told me , " come here I have something for you." I went into her house at this point and it was weird. There were bags of popcorn everywhere and popcorn balls also. the whole place seems like it was a huge maze, with narrow right angled passageways all over the place. She brought me a green and blue Chinese figurine. She told me that she would sell me this item saying it was authentic. I responded saying that I would give her 40.00 for it. It was covered in a plastic. I went outside and there was a little man sitting on a small wooden stool. I was standing next to him and I was wearing a long jean skirt slit a bit up the front. As I was talking to Audrey outside I caught him trying to look up my dress and told him that I really wished he wouldn't do that. I went back in the house and then came back out and Audrey says, " I have another one for you." I told her ," wait someone is calling me." I then walked two or three houses down and there was this beautiful house where there was a party going on. People were coming out the front door as I walked up. A young woman, with her husband approached me. A very nice couple. She turns out to be the daughter of a famous person. I haven't been able to figure who it was though. I introduced myself and the woman apologized to me for not inviting me to the party. She handed me a little plastic bag saying this is for you," and inside were tiny glass vials and she told me that " you have to break them open, they are perfumes from all over the world." I then walked back toward Audreys and Shelly came outside and handed me the mate to the other figurine that Audrey had given me which was also wrapped in plastic. I gave her 37.00. I brought the figurine home and John O. was here. My dead husband. He was very angry that I had made these purchases. I removed the plastic from the figurines and upon doing so I discovered that they weren't antique but that they were current reproductions. So I called Shelly on the phone and told her what I had discovered. I told her that I wanted my money back, saying I was sure that there had been some sort of misunderstanding. I walked back to Audreys and took the figurines back to them and Audrey gave me my money back. She said," I don't know what the problem is I used to sell these all the time at the flee market." One of the oddest things about this was that normally I might have been more angry but through all of this no one
  • 5. really got mad at anyone except my dead husband who had been angry with me. John/Janice http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1764615/ http://zigzag67.tripod.com/index-3.html