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    About MashedPotatoes
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    3
    Biography:
    I like the color blue, red, and black. I like stripes. I love wolves, astrology, black magic, numerology, lost episodes, strange and unknown creatures, potatoes, singing, guitars, (homestuck), roses, drawing, digital drawing, writing, creepy pasta, lucid dreaming, and horoscopes. I like to figures out people's signs a lot, just for fun, to see if they are compatible with me. I'm an Aquarius.
    My parents are divorced. I'm an atheist, and I like spirit orbs. I like para-normal activities.Boy, do I hate chainletters. I used to be so afraid of them when I was younger. Just my opinion, but, I think that reading a scary story is worse then watching a horror movie.
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    California
    Interests:
    Drawing, Singing, Writing, Reading, Programming w/dad
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    I'm sure I'll be a singer someday in the future. You never know what it will hold.
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    Female
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    Welcome to the Dark Carnival

    by MashedPotatoes on 11-11-2012 at 10:19 AM
    Gamzee has gone sober.
    And I was there.
    He was horrifying. It was sickenly vivid. I saw everything. Everything that he did to those trolls. Like Nepeta.
    This was honestly a weird dream. I never really get dreams about homestuck, cartoons, animes, game, and stuff like that.
    I ended up with Karkat. We were hiding together, in a cold and dark cave. He was telling me that it was all my fault. My fault then we ended up here. He was clearly stressed out. We hated each other, really. We heard the honking of the horns, and I saw Gamzee's feet. The honking got more aggressive. For a split second, in my view, everything was sketchy and Gamzee was just... terrifying. Blood of all colors were on his face, all over his body. Karkat came closer to me, and tried to use me as a shield. I refused. Gamzee limped closer to use and we backed away. Then it was that moment. Things were eerie and sketchy. Blood was dripping from the walls of the caves. The blood was all over my shirt. It was on my face. It was buried in my nails that made me think, did I claw them, or something?
    Then everything was back to normal. But Gamzee was closer to Karkat. Right up to his face. He was about to throw the bat at him. Behind Karkat was a deep pit from my point of view. He was on the edge and almost fell off. Karkat was crying.
    Here we go again. The walls and floors, even the ceilings were painted in bright and dark colors. Every single color of the trolls. Of the rainbow. I honestly thought it was pretty. It lasted more than the last few times it happened...
    I quickly ran to them, and pushed Gamzee off of the cliff.
    Don't know why. Don't know how. Something, someone forced me. I saw grey, transparent arms grasping my arms and leg, pushing me over to him, forcing against my will to push him.
    KK curled up in a ball, hugging his knees, and started to cry.
    This mode didn't stop.
    For the rest of the dream, everything was weird. It was eerie, and sketchy. Everything was scribbled.
    Everything looked like it wasn't worth my time.

    Updated 11-11-2012 at 10:21 AM by MashedPotatoes

    Categories
    non-lucid , nightmare , memorable

    Creature Under My Bed

    by MashedPotatoes on 11-11-2012 at 10:02 AM
    I could see myself sleeping. I looked peaceful. Everything was dark in fuzzy like how it would usually look when I was going to sleep. I thought, this is going to be okay. I don't know where I am... I don't know how I got here but you know, this is alright.
    I wasn't completely sure I was dreaming or not. It seemed so realistically deceiving. I realized it wasn't reality. It was some type of dream. But then I though, maybe my spirit was pulled out of my body, and I could see myself, like in those shows?
    I know, it was a ridiculous thought.
    I saw a dark, what seemed to be burnt hand. It was just a blank dark figure, in the shape of a deformed hand. It no nails, that I was aware of. But it's fingers were big and sharp. I tried to scream out, to scream out for help. I tried to blink hard to wake myself up. Sometimes, when I'm barley awake, it wakes me up. Like that's going to work in this situation. The hand was coming out from under my bed. It grabbed me and pulled me down. For a quick second, I saw my bed. It was... the same as it was when i was asleep. That's what scared me, because everything was so...real.
    I was then brought onto a horrifying, yet fun adventure.
    But I think I'm going to say that one for later.

    Fair of Nightmares

    by MashedPotatoes on 11-11-2012 at 09:52 AM
    It was a lucid dream gone wrong.
    I guess it was about my first lucid dreams I had in months. I turned out fine, and not to mention romantic.
    But then, I freaked out and just decided to think about all the scary stories I read before and all the movies I've seen. Then it just screwed with my head and turned the whole, wonderful dream into a terrible nightmare fiesta. I started to think about several things at once. Then it wasn't a lucid dream anymore. It was it's own, uncontrollable nightmare.

    Updated 11-11-2012 at 10:23 AM by MashedPotatoes

    Categories
    nightmare , lucid , non-lucid

    The Unknown Church

    by MashedPotatoes on 11-11-2012 at 09:46 AM
    I have a lot of nightmares. They scare me, but I'm used to it.
    I was trying to find out who a person was, I was solving a mystery I guess, but the CSI or whatever it was going to kill us to stop us. I was with John, or my friend Cass. Just some random guy, I don't remember who. We got away successfully Later on they erased our memory and took us far away from the haunted church or whatever. I went there with John, and we heard children singing. Their voices were high and eerie. Just to say, it wasn't bad singing. It made me feel uneasy.

    What we saw inside was a dark corridor with burnt, dark wooden walls and frames of crosses, but drawn in blood, dripping from the frame. I think there was torches nailed to the wall, to. I remember that the church was locked up, with billboards. There were no windows. Wicked versions of Jesus Christ on the cross frames/photos. They were realistic, too.
    We were going to go inside but something terrible happened, so we ran away before 'it' could get us.

    Updated 11-11-2012 at 10:24 AM by MashedPotatoes

    Categories
    non-lucid , nightmare