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The Bar => The Lounge => Topic started by: jtyangel on January 30, 2008, 11:01:14 PM
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My freaked out by paranormal shows thread got me thinking about how I used to guard against the 'under the bed monster' as a kid.
How did you do it?
I remember I would lay on my side and I would feel creeped out if my back was exposed to the other side 'unprotected' :whatever: so I would line up my stuffed animals on the side my back would face and hold one in the front, my favorite one. I would feel a lot more secure that way. I would also do the running fast from my bed thing to flip a light on.
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My freaked out by paranormal shows thread got me thinking about how I used to guard against the 'under the bed monster' as a kid.
How did you do it?
I remember I would lay on my side and I would feel creeped out if my back was exposed to the other side 'unprotected' :whatever: so I would line up my stuffed animals on the side my back would face and hold one in the front, my favorite one. I would feel a lot more secure that way. I would also do the running fast from my bed thing to flip a light on.
I never had a monster under my bed. :evillaugh:
I did have a night light until I was 6 or so.
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well, all the 'creepies' were between the front door and my bedroom. so i ran up the stairs 2-3 at a time.. and then jummped from the doorway into my bed - so no boogie men could grab me from under the bed and drag me away..
:popcorn:
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My freaked out by paranormal shows thread got me thinking about how I used to guard against the 'under the bed monster' as a kid.
How did you do it?
I remember I would lay on my side and I would feel creeped out if my back was exposed to the other side 'unprotected' :whatever: so I would line up my stuffed animals on the side my back would face and hold one in the front, my favorite one. I would feel a lot more secure that way. I would also do the running fast from my bed thing to flip a light on.
I never had a monster under my bed. :evillaugh:
I did have a night light until I was 6 or so.
See, your parents loved you...mine made us sleep in pitch black :hammer: :hammer:
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well, all the 'creepies' were between the front door and my bedroom. so i ran up the stairs 2-3 at a time.. and then jummped from the doorway into my bed - so no boogie men could grab me from under the bed and drag me away..
:popcorn:
Yep, that's why I hauled tail out of the bed too. I seem to recall feeling vulnerable going up the stairs in the dark too. Kids should write creepy movies--their imaginations are vivid enough.
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I don't remember being that scared of the dark. I knew my daddy was right across the hall to protect me from the "monsters" and I was okay. :) I did have an ET poster that scared me when I was a kid that I made my daddy take down every night before bed. It is okay during the day but it glowed a little in the dark.
Dumbo freaked me out as a kid too.
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I don't remember being that scared of the dark. I knew my daddy was right across the hall to protect me from the "monsters" and I was okay. :) I did have an ET poster that scared me when I was a kid that I made my daddy take down every night before bed. It is okay during the day but it glowed a little in the dark.
Dumbo freaked me out as a kid too.
Another loved person. My dad would have put the ET poster up just to laugh when I got scared. I'm not shitting you.
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My freaked out by paranormal shows thread got me thinking about how I used to guard against the 'under the bed monster' as a kid.
How did you do it?
I remember I would lay on my side and I would feel creeped out if my back was exposed to the other side 'unprotected' :whatever: so I would line up my stuffed animals on the side my back would face and hold one in the front, my favorite one. I would feel a lot more secure that way. I would also do the running fast from my bed thing to flip a light on.
I never had a monster under my bed. :evillaugh:
I did have a night light until I was 6 or so.
See, your parents loved you...mine made us sleep in pitch black :hammer: :hammer:
Yes, they did. :) The thing that scared me the most were the bad thunderstorms. If it started thundering and lightning during the night I would wake up and my mom made a pallet for me next to their bed with blankets. :) That went on until I was 6 or 7.
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well, all the 'creepies' were between the front door and my bedroom. so i ran up the stairs 2-3 at a time.. and then jummped from the doorway into my bed - so no boogie men could grab me from under the bed and drag me away..
:popcorn:
Yep, that's why I hauled tail out of the bed too. I seem to recall feeling vulnerable going up the stairs in the dark too. Kids should write creepy movies--their imaginations are vivid enough.
i dont think my parents quite knew what some of those really bad 70s movies did to me.. :-)
after Jaws, I wouldnt swim in a pool anymore... :-)
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My freaked out by paranormal shows thread got me thinking about how I used to guard against the 'under the bed monster' as a kid.
How did you do it?
I remember I would lay on my side and I would feel creeped out if my back was exposed to the other side 'unprotected' :whatever: so I would line up my stuffed animals on the side my back would face and hold one in the front, my favorite one. I would feel a lot more secure that way. I would also do the running fast from my bed thing to flip a light on.
I never had a monster under my bed. :evillaugh:
I did have a night light until I was 6 or so.
See, your parents loved you...mine made us sleep in pitch black :hammer: :hammer:
Yes, they did. :) The thing that scared me the most were the bad thunderstorms. If it started thundering and lightning during the night I would wake up and my mom made a pallet for me next to their bed with blankets. :) That went on until I was 6 or 7.
That's so sweet. See, I do that with my kids...they either crawl into bed or I go to their rooms.
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My dad would come in with a Cobray MAC-10 and tell me if something tries to get me, he'll off his ass right there.
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well, all the 'creepies' were between the front door and my bedroom. so i ran up the stairs 2-3 at a time.. and then jummped from the doorway into my bed - so no boogie men could grab me from under the bed and drag me away..
:popcorn:
Yep, that's why I hauled tail out of the bed too. I seem to recall feeling vulnerable going up the stairs in the dark too. Kids should write creepy movies--their imaginations are vivid enough.
i dont think my parents quite knew what some of those really bad 70s movies did to me.. :-)
after Jaws, I wouldnt swim in a pool anymore... :-)
My parents did let me watch Silence of the Lambs when I was 12, that's pretty messed up.
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My dad would come in with a Cobray MAC-10 and tell me if something tries to get me, he'll off his ass right there.
holy shit :o
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The usual you know...an Ithaca 20 gauge and M-80s.
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My dad would come in with a Cobray MAC-10 and tell me if something tries to get me, he'll off his ass right there.
holy shit :o
Yeah, it's always fun living with a gun-loving Marine. :-)
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well, all the 'creepies' were between the front door and my bedroom. so i ran up the stairs 2-3 at a time.. and then jummped from the doorway into my bed - so no boogie men could grab me from under the bed and drag me away..
:popcorn:
Yep, that's why I hauled tail out of the bed too. I seem to recall feeling vulnerable going up the stairs in the dark too. Kids should write creepy movies--their imaginations are vivid enough.
i dont think my parents quite knew what some of those really bad 70s movies did to me.. :-)
after Jaws, I wouldnt swim in a pool anymore... :-)
My parents did let me watch Silence of the Lambs when I was 12, that's pretty messed up.
hell, the flying monkeys in Wizard of Oz just about killed me when I saw them!
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Our house was never pitch dark and I shared a bed with my younger brother, so I was never alone. I just don't remember being scared. I use to get a little creeped out when I was a teenager and my family would go out of town. Being alone was always a time for an active imagination.
There was the time I was home alone and our ancient family heirloom grandfather clock "walked" away from the wall. I never did like that clock. My dad left it to me and now it is in my living room.
I should also mention when I was a teen and had a room of my own, the scuttle hole to the area below the house was in my closet. That bugged me. No particular reason. It just did.
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The usual you know...an Ithaca 20 gauge and M-80s.
All these tough guys...I feel warm, fuzzy, and better already :-)
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well, all the 'creepies' were between the front door and my bedroom. so i ran up the stairs 2-3 at a time.. and then jummped from the doorway into my bed - so no boogie men could grab me from under the bed and drag me away..
:popcorn:
Yep, that's why I hauled tail out of the bed too. I seem to recall feeling vulnerable going up the stairs in the dark too. Kids should write creepy movies--their imaginations are vivid enough.
i dont think my parents quite knew what some of those really bad 70s movies did to me.. :-)
after Jaws, I wouldnt swim in a pool anymore... :-)
My parents did let me watch Silence of the Lambs when I was 12, that's pretty messed up.
hell, the flying monkeys in Wizard of Oz just about killed me when I saw them!
It didn't freak me out the first time I saw it. But the second time, it was evening, probably 8 or 9 and my parents were doing something in the garage. The scene where he's escaped and they go into the cell area and that guy is hanging there, FREAK OUT!
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Our house was never pitch dark and I shared a bed with my younger brother, so I was never alone. I just don't remember being scared. I use to get a little creeped out when I was a teenager and my family would go out of town. Being alone was always a time for an active imagination.
There was the time I was home alone and our ancient family heirloom grandfather clock "walked" away from the wall. I never did like that clock. My dad left it to me and now it is in my living room.
I should also mention when I was a teen and had a room of my own, the scuttle hole to the area below the house was in my closet. That bugged me. No particular reason. It just did.
When I was a kid, my friends had houses that had those little cubby hole closets. I hated those damn things.
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Our house was never pitch dark and I shared a bed with my younger brother, so I was never alone. I just don't remember being scared. I use to get a little creeped out when I was a teenager and my family would go out of town. Being alone was always a time for an active imagination.
There was the time I was home alone and our ancient family heirloom grandfather clock "walked" away from the wall. I never did like that clock. My dad left it to me and now it is in my living room.
I should also mention when I was a teen and had a room of my own, the scuttle hole to the area below the house was in my closet. That bugged me. No particular reason. It just did.
I grew up in Garland... nuff said.. :bawl:
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Our house was never pitch dark and I shared a bed with my younger brother, so I was never alone. I just don't remember being scared. I use to get a little creeped out when I was a teenager and my family would go out of town. Being alone was always a time for an active imagination.
There was the time I was home alone and our ancient family heirloom grandfather clock "walked" away from the wall. I never did like that clock. My dad left it to me and now it is in my living room.
I should also mention when I was a teen and had a room of my own, the scuttle hole to the area below the house was in my closet. That bugged me. No particular reason. It just did.
When I was a kid, my friends had houses that had those little cubby hole closets. I hated those damn things.
One night I was home alone and snooping into stuff I didn't have any business snooping in. I found an old silverware chest in my mother's closet. Inside, I found a large manila envelope and opened it. There was a photograph inside. It was a closeup photo of my cousin in his casket. He had died at the age of 11 in a 4th of July boating accident about 12 years before I was born.
I threw the damn thing across the room, ran out of my parent's bedroom and shut the door. I was never the same after that. I had accidentally stumbled across mortality that night. I didn't like it. I didn't like dead people either.
I went back in the room the next morning, in the safe light of day, and put everything back where it belonged.
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Our house was never pitch dark and I shared a bed with my younger brother, so I was never alone. I just don't remember being scared. I use to get a little creeped out when I was a teenager and my family would go out of town. Being alone was always a time for an active imagination.
There was the time I was home alone and our ancient family heirloom grandfather clock "walked" away from the wall. I never did like that clock. My dad left it to me and now it is in my living room.
I should also mention when I was a teen and had a room of my own, the scuttle hole to the area below the house was in my closet. That bugged me. No particular reason. It just did.
When I was a kid, my friends had houses that had those little cubby hole closets. I hated those damn things.
One night I was home alone and snooping into stuff I didn't have any business snooping in. I found an old silverware chest in my mother's closet. Inside, I found a large manila envelope and opened it. There was a photograph inside. It was a closeup photo of my cousin in his casket. He had died at the age of 11 in a 4th of July boating accident about 12 years before I was born.
I threw the damn thing across the room, ran out of my parent's bedroom and shut the door. I was never the same after that. I had accidentally stumbled across mortality that night. I didn't like it. I didn't like dead people either.
I went back in the room the next morning, in the safe light of day, and put everything back where it belonged.
oh thats creepy! why do people take those pictures??
when my first husband passed away, my uncle took pictures of the entire funeral. i had no real memories of what all that looked like until my step mom gave me the pictures... i was sitting there thinking, "who does this???"
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well, all the 'creepies' were between the front door and my bedroom. so i ran up the stairs 2-3 at a time.. and then jummped from the doorway into my bed - so no boogie men could grab me from under the bed and drag me away..
:popcorn:
Yep, that's why I hauled tail out of the bed too. I seem to recall feeling vulnerable going up the stairs in the dark too. Kids should write creepy movies--their imaginations are vivid enough.
i dont think my parents quite knew what some of those really bad 70s movies did to me.. :-)
after Jaws, I wouldnt swim in a pool anymore... :-)
My parents did let me watch Silence of the Lambs when I was 12, that's pretty messed up.
hell, the flying monkeys in Wizard of Oz just about killed me when I saw them!
It didn't freak me out the first time I saw it. But the second time, it was evening, probably 8 or 9 and my parents were doing something in the garage. The scene where he's escaped and they go into the cell area and that guy is hanging there, FREAK OUT!
i saw that movie as an adult and it was scary as hell...
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well, all the 'creepies' were between the front door and my bedroom. so i ran up the stairs 2-3 at a time.. and then jummped from the doorway into my bed - so no boogie men could grab me from under the bed and drag me away..
:popcorn:
Yep, that's why I hauled tail out of the bed too. I seem to recall feeling vulnerable going up the stairs in the dark too. Kids should write creepy movies--their imaginations are vivid enough.
i dont think my parents quite knew what some of those really bad 70s movies did to me.. :-)
after Jaws, I wouldnt swim in a pool anymore... :-)
My parents did let me watch Silence of the Lambs when I was 12, that's pretty messed up.
hell, the flying monkeys in Wizard of Oz just about killed me when I saw them!
It didn't freak me out the first time I saw it. But the second time, it was evening, probably 8 or 9 and my parents were doing something in the garage. The scene where he's escaped and they go into the cell area and that guy is hanging there, FREAK OUT!
i saw that movie as an adult and it was scary as hell...
It's actually one of my favorite movies. The acting is just terrific. And just enough horror and thrill in it. *shiver*
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Our house was never pitch dark and I shared a bed with my younger brother, so I was never alone. I just don't remember being scared. I use to get a little creeped out when I was a teenager and my family would go out of town. Being alone was always a time for an active imagination.
There was the time I was home alone and our ancient family heirloom grandfather clock "walked" away from the wall. I never did like that clock. My dad left it to me and now it is in my living room.
I should also mention when I was a teen and had a room of my own, the scuttle hole to the area below the house was in my closet. That bugged me. No particular reason. It just did.
When I was a kid, my friends had houses that had those little cubby hole closets. I hated those damn things.
One night I was home alone and snooping into stuff I didn't have any business snooping in. I found an old silverware chest in my mother's closet. Inside, I found a large manila envelope and opened it. There was a photograph inside. It was a closeup photo of my cousin in his casket. He had died at the age of 11 in a 4th of July boating accident about 12 years before I was born.
I threw the damn thing across the room, ran out of my parent's bedroom and shut the door. I was never the same after that. I had accidentally stumbled across mortality that night. I didn't like it. I didn't like dead people either.
I went back in the room the next morning, in the safe light of day, and put everything back where it belonged.
*shudder*
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Our house was never pitch dark and I shared a bed with my younger brother, so I was never alone. I just don't remember being scared. I use to get a little creeped out when I was a teenager and my family would go out of town. Being alone was always a time for an active imagination.
There was the time I was home alone and our ancient family heirloom grandfather clock "walked" away from the wall. I never did like that clock. My dad left it to me and now it is in my living room.
I should also mention when I was a teen and had a room of my own, the scuttle hole to the area below the house was in my closet. That bugged me. No particular reason. It just did.
When I was a kid, my friends had houses that had those little cubby hole closets. I hated those damn things.
One night I was home alone and snooping into stuff I didn't have any business snooping in. I found an old silverware chest in my mother's closet. Inside, I found a large manila envelope and opened it. There was a photograph inside. It was a closeup photo of my cousin in his casket. He had died at the age of 11 in a 4th of July boating accident about 12 years before I was born.
I threw the damn thing across the room, ran out of my parent's bedroom and shut the door. I was never the same after that. I had accidentally stumbled across mortality that night. I didn't like it. I didn't like dead people either.
I went back in the room the next morning, in the safe light of day, and put everything back where it belonged.
oh thats creepy! why do people take those pictures??
when my first husband passed away, my uncle took pictures of the entire funeral. i had no real memories of what all that looked like until my step mom gave me the pictures... i was sitting there thinking, "who does this???"
My sil just did at my bil's funeral. The rest of the clan was none to happy with her wanting everyone to pose with the casket. blah
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oh thats creepy! why do people take those pictures??
when my first husband passed away, my uncle took pictures of the entire funeral. i had no real memories of what all that looked like until my step mom gave me the pictures... i was sitting there thinking, "who does this???"
I've been to a couple of funeral that were video taped. Now what the hell??
I guess there could be reasons to photograph/video a funeral. Maybe someone couldn't make it who really wanted to be there. Maybe some find peace in the finality of it all. I don't know. I just can't imagine poppin' up some popcorn and sitting down to enjoy Aunt Dolly's funeral.
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OK, there are rules.
If you watched the original Outer Limits you knew -- KNEW -- the aliens would be coming to get you. Since I am here, these strategies clearly worked:
- Pretend you are dead. The aliens don't want dead people, so they will pass you over for some live kid.
- Put tacks all around your bed. Aliens are always barefoot so this will make them go away (interestingly, this also works against older brothers).
- No matter what happens, do NOT open your eyes. This clearly will mess up the attempt in #1
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oh thats creepy! why do people take those pictures??
when my first husband passed away, my uncle took pictures of the entire funeral. i had no real memories of what all that looked like until my step mom gave me the pictures... i was sitting there thinking, "who does this???"
I've been to a couple of funeral that were video taped. Now what the hell??
I guess there could be reasons to photograph/video a funeral. Maybe someone couldn't make it who really wanted to be there. Maybe some find peace in the finality of it all. I don't know. I just can't imagine poppin' up some popcorn and sitting down to enjoy Aunt Dolly's funeral.
When my Grandma died my Uncle took some photos. Not with us each next to the casket or anything. My Grandma had has a daughter before she was married to my Grandpa and was put up for adoption. Back in like 1985 there was a reunion. My aunt (the daughter) ended up alienating the entire family, except this one uncle, in the last 3-5 years of my Grandma's life. She didn't ask nor would she have been welcomed to the funeral, she put my Grandma through so much grief. The uncle took the pictures for her.
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Ever since I ave seen Jaws,the only time I have been in water deeper then my ankles outside of a tub or pool was when the military said I had to be in it. Things with big teeth in water are bad.
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Our house was never pitch dark and I shared a bed with my younger brother, so I was never alone. I just don't remember being scared. I use to get a little creeped out when I was a teenager and my family would go out of town. Being alone was always a time for an active imagination.
There was the time I was home alone and our ancient family heirloom grandfather clock "walked" away from the wall. I never did like that clock. My dad left it to me and now it is in my living room.
I should also mention when I was a teen and had a room of my own, the scuttle hole to the area below the house was in my closet. That bugged me. No particular reason. It just did.
When I was a kid, my friends had houses that had those little cubby hole closets. I hated those damn things.
One night I was home alone and snooping into stuff I didn't have any business snooping in. I found an old silverware chest in my mother's closet. Inside, I found a large manila envelope and opened it. There was a photograph inside. It was a closeup photo of my cousin in his casket. He had died at the age of 11 in a 4th of July boating accident about 12 years before I was born.
I threw the damn thing across the room, ran out of my parent's bedroom and shut the door. I was never the same after that. I had accidentally stumbled across mortality that night. I didn't like it. I didn't like dead people either.
I went back in the room the next morning, in the safe light of day, and put everything back where it belonged.
oh thats creepy! why do people take those pictures??
when my first husband passed away, my uncle took pictures of the entire funeral. i had no real memories of what all that looked like until my step mom gave me the pictures... i was sitting there thinking, "who does this???"
My sil just did at my bil's funeral. The rest of the clan was none to happy with her wanting everyone to pose with the casket. blah
posing with the casket...???
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oh thats creepy! why do people take those pictures??
when my first husband passed away, my uncle took pictures of the entire funeral. i had no real memories of what all that looked like until my step mom gave me the pictures... i was sitting there thinking, "who does this???"
I've been to a couple of funeral that were video taped. Now what the hell??
I guess there could be reasons to photograph/video a funeral. Maybe someone couldn't make it who really wanted to be there. Maybe some find peace in the finality of it all. I don't know. I just can't imagine poppin' up some popcorn and sitting down to enjoy Aunt Dolly's funeral.
oh man.. :-) thats just bizarre... only in the south..
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Ever since I ave seen Jaws,the only time I have been in water deeper then my ankles outside of a tub or pool was when the military said I had to be in it. Things with big teeth in water are bad.
yeah, i will admire the ocean from the sand.. even if its burning hot.
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About the whole taking pictures of dead people, that was a practice in the 19th century. For some reason people took pictures of their kids when they died. :(
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oh thats creepy! why do people take those pictures??
when my first husband passed away, my uncle took pictures of the entire funeral. i had no real memories of what all that looked like until my step mom gave me the pictures... i was sitting there thinking, "who does this???"
I've been to a couple of funeral that were video taped. Now what the hell??
I guess there could be reasons to photograph/video a funeral. Maybe someone couldn't make it who really wanted to be there. Maybe some find peace in the finality of it all. I don't know. I just can't imagine poppin' up some popcorn and sitting down to enjoy Aunt Dolly's funeral.
When my Grandma died my Uncle took some photos. Not with us each next to the casket or anything. My Grandma had has a daughter before she was married to my Grandpa and was put up for adoption. Back in like 1985 there was a reunion. My aunt (the daughter) ended up alienating the entire family, except this one uncle, in the last 3-5 years of my Grandma's life. She didn't ask nor would she have been welcomed to the funeral, she put my Grandma through so much grief. The uncle took the pictures for her.
I remember my S-I-L's funeral back in 1974. The Secret Service arrived during the service. At the end they ushered all the living people out of the chapel. From the antiroom, all we could hear was the clicking of cameras. When the chapel doors opened, the SS was gone and the casket was wheeled out to the hearse like everything was normal.
There's a story there, but I'm too tired to tell it.
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Ever since I ave seen Jaws,the only time I have been in water deeper then my ankles outside of a tub or pool was when the military said I had to be in it. Things with big teeth in water are bad.
yeah, i will admire the ocean from the sand.. even if its burning hot.
I love oceans and lakes. I spend a lot of vacation time at Mexican coastal resorts and will be retiring to one.
But I like to be OVER the water. Not IN it. I don't like the feel of water in or against my face. I "swam" with the Manitees in FLA but didn't really enjoy it, since I couldn't breathe. And my snorkeling in Hawaii, Cozumel, Puerto Vallarta, Mazatlan, Vera Cruz, etc. have never been fun -- think a water version of Chevy Chase's Grand Canyon moment in NL Vacation.
Now, I just look and enjoy.
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About the whole taking pictures of dead people, that was a practice in the 19th century. For some reason people took pictures of their kids when they died. :(
I know why they did that. Photography was rare and expensive. Those death photos were usually the only ones every taken of the child.
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Ever since I ave seen Jaws,the only time I have been in water deeper then my ankles outside of a tub or pool was when the military said I had to be in it. Things with big teeth in water are bad.
yeah, i will admire the ocean from the sand.. even if its burning hot.
I love oceans and lakes. I spend a lot of vacation time at Mexican coastal resorts and will be retiring to one.
But I like to be OVER the water. Not IN it. I don't like the feel of water in or against my face. I "swam" with the Manitees in FLA but didn't really enjoy it, since I couldn't breathe. And my snorkeling in Hawaii, Cozumel, Puerto Vallarta, Mazatlan, Vera Cruz, etc. have never been fun -- think a water version of Chevy Chase's Grand Canyon moment in NL Vacation.
Now, I just look and enjoy.
My hubby has a fear of the open ocean and almost every kind of body of water.
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Ever since I ave seen Jaws,the only time I have been in water deeper then my ankles outside of a tub or pool was when the military said I had to be in it. Things with big teeth in water are bad.
yeah, i will admire the ocean from the sand.. even if its burning hot.
I love oceans and lakes. I spend a lot of vacation time at Mexican coastal resorts and will be retiring to one.
But I like to be OVER the water. Not IN it. I don't like the feel of water in or against my face. I "swam" with the Manitees in FLA but didn't really enjoy it, since I couldn't breathe. And my snorkeling in Hawaii, Cozumel, Puerto Vallarta, Mazatlan, Vera Cruz, etc. have never been fun -- think a water version of Chevy Chase's Grand Canyon moment in NL Vacation.
Now, I just look and enjoy.
My hubby has a fear of the open ocean and almost every kind of body of water.
Understandable. I have terrible acrophobia -- and I have felt it when I have been in deep water.
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About the whole taking pictures of dead people, that was a practice in the 19th century. For some reason people took pictures of their kids when they died. :(
I have to say this is one of the strangest things I've seen:
When I was 18 my dad's girlfriend had a daughter that was 17. She was pregnant and it turned out has a weak cervix and went into labor at only 6 months along. The girl died shortly after birth. I went to the funeral and it was very sad. But then the next time I went there, they had a picture of the dead baby in a frame prominently displayed. It was strange, especially at that far along baby's skin is so fragile that they bruise easily and she was all dark red and purple.
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About the whole taking pictures of dead people, that was a practice in the 19th century. For some reason people took pictures of their kids when they died. :(
I have to say this is one of the strangest things I've seen:
When I was 18 my dad's girlfriend had a daughter that was 17. She was pregnant and it turned out has a weak cervix and went into labor at only 6 months along. The girl died shortly after birth. I went to the funeral and it was very sad. But then the next time I went there, they had a picture of the dead baby in a frame prominently displayed. It was strange, especially at that far along baby's skin is so fragile that they bruise easily and she was all dark red and purple.
That's horrible and very sad! :( But I guess people mourn in different ways, I remember watching "Flight 93" and a girl who was killed (I think she was college aged) what they could find of her they made into jewelry.
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About the whole taking pictures of dead people, that was a practice in the 19th century. For some reason people took pictures of their kids when they died. :(
I have to say this is one of the strangest things I've seen:
When I was 18 my dad's girlfriend had a daughter that was 17. She was pregnant and it turned out has a weak cervix and went into labor at only 6 months along. The girl died shortly after birth. I went to the funeral and it was very sad. But then the next time I went there, they had a picture of the dead baby in a frame prominently displayed. It was strange, especially at that far along baby's skin is so fragile that they bruise easily and she was all dark red and purple.
That's horrible and very sad! :( But I guess people mourn in different ways, I remember watching "Flight 93" and a girl who was killed (I think she was college aged) what they could find of her they made into jewelry.
It was sad, the little baby girl was teeny tiny and her casket was only 2 feet long. People do mourn in different ways, but it was still a little strange.
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OK, there are rules.
If you watched the original Outer Limits you knew -- KNEW -- the aliens would be coming to get you. Since I am here, these strategies clearly worked:
- Pretend you are dead. The aliens don't want dead people, so they will pass you over for some live kid.
- Put tacks all around your bed. Aliens are always barefoot so this will make them go away (interestingly, this also works against older brothers).
- No matter what happens, do NOT open your eyes. This clearly will mess up the attempt in #1
:lmao:
Yep, I remember 'playing dead'. This also worked if you heard a strange noise.
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OK, there are rules.
If you watched the original Outer Limits you knew -- KNEW -- the aliens would be coming to get you. Since I am here, these strategies clearly worked:
- Pretend you are dead. The aliens don't want dead people, so they will pass you over for some live kid.
- Put tacks all around your bed. Aliens are always barefoot so this will make them go away (interestingly, this also works against older brothers).
- No matter what happens, do NOT open your eyes. This clearly will mess up the attempt in #1
:lmao:
Yep, I remember 'playing dead'. This also worked if you heard a strange noise.
Did you ever consider what actual burglers thought about the rash of dead children they encountered? It must have been horrifying for them.
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OK, there are rules.
If you watched the original Outer Limits you knew -- KNEW -- the aliens would be coming to get you. Since I am here, these strategies clearly worked:
- Pretend you are dead. The aliens don't want dead people, so they will pass you over for some live kid.
- Put tacks all around your bed. Aliens are always barefoot so this will make them go away (interestingly, this also works against older brothers).
- No matter what happens, do NOT open your eyes. This clearly will mess up the attempt in #1
:lmao:
Yep, I remember 'playing dead'. This also worked if you heard a strange noise.
Did you ever consider what actual burglers thought about the rash of dead children they encountered? It must have been horrifying for them.
Undies, you know as children we thought we could fool both adults and aliens. :-)
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Pranks I have played on my kids...
The old standby favorite: The walkie talkie.
About 6 years ago. I put one in my daughters closet before bedtime and after she was tucked in started the growling. She came flying out of the bedroom yelling "Mom! Dad is hiding in my closet and..." and saw me walk in from the carport. Eye's the size of Canada on the child. Asked her why she was out of bed and sent her back in and told her she was being silly. :evillaugh:
Waited a few minutes and started growling again over the radio. She came stalking down the hallway a few minutes later holding the radio up between two fingers like a dead fish and giving me the stinkeye.
I tried this on the man cub the other night, and he came out of his room laughing and holding up the walkie talkie and showing Mom what a good joke Dad had played on him.
Almost as much fun as the Headless Horseman prank and the infamous "Dad is a werewolf".
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Pranks I have played on my kids...
The old standby favorite: The walkie talkie.
About 6 years ago. I put one in my daughters closet before bedtime and after she was tucked in started the growling. She came flying out of the bedroom yelling "Mom! Dad is hiding in my closet and..." and saw me walk in from the carport. Eye's the size of Canada on the child. Asked her why she was out of bed and sent her back in and told her she was being silly. :evillaugh:
Waited a few minutes and started growling again over the radio. She came stalking down the hallway a few minutes later holding the radio up between two fingers like a dead fish and giving me the stinkeye.
I tried this on the man cub the other night, and he came out of his room laughing and holding up the walkie talkie and showing Mom what a good joke Dad had played on him.
Almost as much fun as the Headless Horseman prank and the infamous "Dad is a werewolf".
I never scared my kids like that. I just messed with their heads. My famous Kid Pound - the place for bad selfish children no one wanted anymore - is one example. Then there was things like swallowing too much toothpaste would cause their stomachs to to fall out of their poophole when they went to the bathroom. Things like that.
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Pranks I have played on my kids...
The old standby favorite: The walkie talkie.
About 6 years ago. I put one in my daughters closet before bedtime and after she was tucked in started the growling. She came flying out of the bedroom yelling "Mom! Dad is hiding in my closet and..." and saw me walk in from the carport. Eye's the size of Canada on the child. Asked her why she was out of bed and sent her back in and told her she was being silly. :evillaugh:
Waited a few minutes and started growling again over the radio. She came stalking down the hallway a few minutes later holding the radio up between two fingers like a dead fish and giving me the stinkeye.
I tried this on the man cub the other night, and he came out of his room laughing and holding up the walkie talkie and showing Mom what a good joke Dad had played on him.
Almost as much fun as the Headless Horseman prank and the infamous "Dad is a werewolf".
I never scared my kids like that. I just messed with their heads. My famous Kid Pound - the place for bad selfish children no one wanted anymore - is one example. Then there was things like swallowing too much toothpaste would cause their stomachs to to fall out of their poophole when they went to the bathroom. Things like that.
Y'all are mean. :lmao:
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When I was a kid, Jaws and The Exorcist were what scared the crap out of me. I still hate open water. I tried watching The Exorcist again as an adult and it's still too creepy. The banging and sound effects....YIKES!!!
I used to cover myself completely with my blankets. As long as no body part was sticking out, the "creepies" couldn't get you. Heaven forfend you needed to pee! :bawl:
Another movie that got me was The Amityville Horror. I HATED that movie!! Creepy house! I still won't go into a house with those funky shaped windows.
My dad used to come down the hall in the dark saying "Fee Fi Fo Fum...." that would always get us. Then he would catch us and give us "pink belly" - that's where you get tickled til you scream. He also used to "take his thumb off" and for some reason, that really bothered my brother. :lmao:
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Pranks I have played on my kids...
The old standby favorite: The walkie talkie.
About 6 years ago. I put one in my daughters closet before bedtime and after she was tucked in started the growling. She came flying out of the bedroom yelling "Mom! Dad is hiding in my closet and..." and saw me walk in from the carport. Eye's the size of Canada on the child. Asked her why she was out of bed and sent her back in and told her she was being silly. :evillaugh:
Waited a few minutes and started growling again over the radio. She came stalking down the hallway a few minutes later holding the radio up between two fingers like a dead fish and giving me the stinkeye.
I tried this on the man cub the other night, and he came out of his room laughing and holding up the walkie talkie and showing Mom what a good joke Dad had played on him.
Almost as much fun as the Headless Horseman prank and the infamous "Dad is a werewolf".
That is terrible you should be ashamed!!! :shame:
I can't wait to try on my kid. :-)
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Pranks I have played on my kids...
The old standby favorite: The walkie talkie.
About 6 years ago. I put one in my daughters closet before bedtime and after she was tucked in started the growling. She came flying out of the bedroom yelling "Mom! Dad is hiding in my closet and..." and saw me walk in from the carport. Eye's the size of Canada on the child. Asked her why she was out of bed and sent her back in and told her she was being silly. :evillaugh:
Waited a few minutes and started growling again over the radio. She came stalking down the hallway a few minutes later holding the radio up between two fingers like a dead fish and giving me the stinkeye.
I tried this on the man cub the other night, and he came out of his room laughing and holding up the walkie talkie and showing Mom what a good joke Dad had played on him.
Almost as much fun as the Headless Horseman prank and the infamous "Dad is a werewolf".
I remember right before I'd go to bed I'd get a glass of water from the kitchen. Well, my dad would turn off all the lights to the house and then hide. So when I was walking through the den to my room, he'd jump out yelling "bw ha ha ha ha." Always scared the crap out of me.
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Pranks I have played on my kids...
The old standby favorite: The walkie talkie.
About 6 years ago. I put one in my daughters closet before bedtime and after she was tucked in started the growling. She came flying out of the bedroom yelling "Mom! Dad is hiding in my closet and..." and saw me walk in from the carport. Eye's the size of Canada on the child. Asked her why she was out of bed and sent her back in and told her she was being silly. :evillaugh:
Waited a few minutes and started growling again over the radio. She came stalking down the hallway a few minutes later holding the radio up between two fingers like a dead fish and giving me the stinkeye.
I tried this on the man cub the other night, and he came out of his room laughing and holding up the walkie talkie and showing Mom what a good joke Dad had played on him.
Almost as much fun as the Headless Horseman prank and the infamous "Dad is a werewolf".
I remember right before I'd go to bed I'd get a glass of water from the kitchen. Well, my dad would turn off all the lights to the house and then hide. So when I was walking through the den to my room, he'd jump out yelling "bw ha ha ha ha." Always scared the crap out of me.
That's probably why we do it as parents, I expect. Kids will fall for it every time until they get to a certain age. :lmao:
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So the headless Horseman Prank...
Wife and Daughter were curled up on the sofa watching The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, an animated version that was pretty creepy. They have the lights off and at the time we were living in a house that had a picture window that looked out on the yard that was backed by woods.
I slipped out of the house with one of those orange Trick Or Treat pumpkin buckets and a Mag Light.
Just as the Horseman is riding down Ichabod, I slammed my palm on the glass right behind their heads and switched the light on under the bucket while screaming "RAWR!"
Wife went flying off the sofa screaming and my Daughter looks over her shoulder and yells "We're trying to watch this DAD! Knock it off!!!"
Undies:
I never scared my kids like that. I just messed with their heads. My famous Kid Pound - the place for bad selfish children no one wanted anymore - is one example. Then there was things like swallowing too much toothpaste would cause their stomachs to to fall out of their poophole when they went to the bathroom. Things like that.
Oh man... Subtle! I love it. With my Mom it was the MuleSkinner, who took naughty kids and made shoes out of them.
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I was not afraid of the "creepies" as a child, as I considered myself to be one.
I did however, have a real fear of washing machines.
Apparently, I had at sometime been left with a washing machine that was running with an unbalanced load, and it started walking across the room. Must have scared the crap out of me. I had nightmares about washing machines until I was around 6.
I can see how that would turn the emotional Tide.
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I was not afraid of the "creepies" as a child, as I considered myself to be one.
I did however, have a real fear of washing machines.
Apparently, I had at sometime been left with a washing machine that was running with an unbalanced load, and it started walking across the room. Must have scared the crap out of me. I had nightmares about washing machines until I was around 6.
I can see how that would turn the emotional Tide.
That's not All. Look how much he had to Gain.
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I was not afraid of the "creepies" as a child, as I considered myself to be one.
I did however, have a real fear of washing machines.
Apparently, I had at sometime been left with a washing machine that was running with an unbalanced load, and it started walking across the room. Must have scared the crap out of me. I had nightmares about washing machines until I was around 6.
I can see how that would turn the emotional Tide.
That's not All. Look how much he had to Gain.
Wow. You're Bold.
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I was not afraid of the "creepies" as a child, as I considered myself to be one.
I did however, have a real fear of washing machines.
Apparently, I had at sometime been left with a washing machine that was running with an unbalanced load, and it started walking across the room. Must have scared the crap out of me. I had nightmares about washing machines until I was around 6.
I can see how that would turn the emotional Tide.
That's not All. Look how much he had to Gain.
Wow. You're Bold.
But I am always of good Cheer.
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I was not afraid of the "creepies" as a child, as I considered myself to be one.
I did however, have a real fear of washing machines.
Apparently, I had at sometime been left with a washing machine that was running with an unbalanced load, and it started walking across the room. Must have scared the crap out of me. I had nightmares about washing machines until I was around 6.
I can see how that would turn the emotional Tide.
That's not All. Look how much he had to Gain.
Wow. You're Bold.
At lease the washing machine didn't Bounce.
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I was not afraid of the "creepies" as a child, as I considered myself to be one.
I did however, have a real fear of washing machines.
Apparently, I had at sometime been left with a washing machine that was running with an unbalanced load, and it started walking across the room. Must have scared the crap out of me. I had nightmares about washing machines until I was around 6.
I can see how that would turn the emotional Tide.
That's not All. Look how much he had to Gain.
Wow. You're Bold.
At lease the washing machine didn't Bounce.
If it did, you could nail it down with just an Arm and Hammer.
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I was not afraid of the "creepies" as a child, as I considered myself to be one.
I did however, have a real fear of washing machines.
Apparently, I had at sometime been left with a washing machine that was running with an unbalanced load, and it started walking across the room. Must have scared the crap out of me. I had nightmares about washing machines until I was around 6.
I can see how that would turn the emotional Tide.
That's not All. Look how much he had to Gain.
Wow. You're Bold.
At lease the washing machine didn't Bounce.
If it did, you could nail it down with just an Arm and Hammer.
I don't think that would be a Febreze.
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I was mostly on the supply side of the "creepies". Most of the time, it was things like startling people during a spooky, suspenseful part of a movie. Halloween was the best time for scaring kids before all the PC nonsense got started.
Once, I was dressed up in a black robe and hood (with a dark mask to hide my face in the dark). I stood motionless in the yard with a severed head in one hand and a scythe in the other. Most of the kids seemed to stay well away from me, but there were a couple of wiseguys who wanted a closer look. They actually seemed convinced that I was some kind of dummy. One of them kicked my shin, but not hard, and the other got right in my face. He wasn't more than a foot away, but because of the mask, he actually thought I had no face. As they went on their merry way, I started walking after them, but it wasn't until I threw the scythe at them (really a homemade boomerang that returned for an easy catch) that they really freaked out and took off running.
Another time, I dressed up like Freddy (complete with the red and green sweater and a load of makeup) while by sister answered the door. When everything was all set, she answered the door, and I would jump out from behind and seemingly stab her in the stomach. She'd released the fake blood and fall down. Then I'd turn to the kids at the door, and they would take off running as fast as they could.
We didn't get any trick or treaters for the next few years after that.
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^dang, that's hardcore!!! :-)
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I was mostly on the supply side of the "creepies". Most of the time, it was things like startling people during a spooky, suspenseful part of a movie. Halloween was the best time for scaring kids before all the PC nonsense got started.
Once, I was dressed up in a black robe and hood (with a dark mask to hide my face in the dark). I stood motionless in the yard with a severed head in one hand and a scythe in the other. Most of the kids seemed to stay well away from me, but there were a couple of wiseguys who wanted a closer look. They actually seemed convinced that I was some kind of dummy. One of them kicked my shin, but not hard, and the other got right in my face. He wasn't more than a foot away, but because of the mask, he actually thought I had no face. As they went on their merry way, I started walking after them, but it wasn't until I threw the scythe at them (really a homemade boomerang that returned for an easy catch) that they really freaked out and took off running.
Another time, I dressed up like Freddy (complete with the red and green sweater and a load of makeup) while by sister answered the door. When everything was all set, she answered the door, and I would jump out from behind and seemingly stab her in the stomach. She'd released the fake blood and fall down. Then I'd turn to the kids at the door, and they would take off running as fast as they could.
We didn't get any trick or treaters for the next few years after that.
I remember some jackass jumped out of a tree on Halloween wearing a Jason mask with him holding a (fake) chainsaw. It scared the crap out of me!!
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Ever since I ave seen Jaws,the only time I have been in water deeper then my ankles outside of a tub or pool was when the military said I had to be in it. Things with big teeth in water are bad.
yeah, i will admire the ocean from the sand.. even if its burning hot.
I love oceans and lakes. I spend a lot of vacation time at Mexican coastal resorts and will be retiring to one.
But I like to be OVER the water. Not IN it. I don't like the feel of water in or against my face. I "swam" with the Manitees in FLA but didn't really enjoy it, since I couldn't breathe. And my snorkeling in Hawaii, Cozumel, Puerto Vallarta, Mazatlan, Vera Cruz, etc. have never been fun -- think a water version of Chevy Chase's Grand Canyon moment in NL Vacation.
Now, I just look and enjoy.
i grew up in dallas, around all the lakes and such... i never did quite get used to the little fish that would brush up against my legs, and not being able to see the bottom.
now it's just a hair issue; i straighten it once a day and its long now, so... i dont wanna do that twice... :-)
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Ever since I ave seen Jaws,the only time I have been in water deeper then my ankles outside of a tub or pool was when the military said I had to be in it. Things with big teeth in water are bad.
Wow, I thought Jaws was the most unscary movie I've ever seen. I saw it when I was a teenager and couldn't believe that ridiculous, fake-looking shark was getting everyone so worked up.
Cindie
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Ever since I ave seen Jaws,the only time I have been in water deeper then my ankles outside of a tub or pool was when the military said I had to be in it. Things with big teeth in water are bad.
Wow, I thought Jaws was the most unscary movie I've ever seen. I saw it when I was a teenager and couldn't believe that ridiculous, fake-looking shark was getting everyone so worked up.
Cindie
As for "Jaws", the realism of the fake shark was not the issue. Really, the film didn't have to show the shark at all. It would have worked if the shark had been implied. The "horror" of the movie was all psychological. It rattled people's cages and made the ordinarily safe seem unsafe and forbidding.
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I had a night light. :uhsure:
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When I was a kid I had a recurring nightmare about being chased be skeletons. I'm sure the genesis of the dream was the scene from Jason and the Argonauts whre Jason and his men fight the skeletons rising up from the ground. I would wake up in terror about 2 times a week.
I finally devised a strategy which successfully dealt with it. I would tell myself just as I was rousing from sleep that I was going to "change the channel", and would then start to dream of something I found pleasant. It doesn't seem like it should have worked, but it actually did!