You think you can freak me out?

Posted on Sunday, July 24, 2011 by Melanie

Oh, please -- I watch stuff like this.

Repeating Dreams: or "What the hell is my subconscious pulling now?"

Posted on Wednesday, October 13, 2010 by Melanie

So I have this repeating dream where I'm in this three-story house. It's pretty unassuming, looks like the houses along Avenue O where I grew up, but there's something evil (ghost, demon, whatever) in the house that knows my family and absolutely hates me. I remember standing in what was some kind of foyer, looking straight up through a stained glass skylight into the attic, and knowing that whatever was up there wanted to absolutely destroy me. Not just kill me -- I'm talking wipe me from the fabric of existence, extinguish my soul, the whole kit and kaboodle. On occasion, it's taken the appearance of my maternal grandmother (who wasn't the cheeriest person in the world, granted, but wasn't a monster by any stretch of the term).

Over the last few years, dream logic has caused the house to be purchased by other people, and they're slowly renovating it. I'm happy to see this, because I know it's a nice house and someone should enjoy it, but I know that the thing in the attic is still there and still wants to obliterate me. In last night's dream, Stacy went into the house (she'd left something in there while visiting the new owners) and I had to go in there and physically pull her over the front porch railing before the TiTA attacked.

Oh, and the TiTA had decapitated a bunch of people and hung their heads, covered with masks, on the living room wall as Halloween decorations. Lovely.

Needless to say, I did not wake up in the best of all moods. If you like interpreting dreams, go for it.

Melanie Met Jeff Combs And...

Posted on Monday, November 02, 2009 by Stacy



Melanie achieved the ultimate in her life this weekend when she met *and made brief physical contact* with her idol Jeffrey Combs.

Does she blog about it?

No.

She puts something up about nanopeepeeono....or whatever.

You know, it just goes to show...you can dress her up, but you can't take her out.