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Wooded Path: Going back Home

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Going back home seems to be one of the best decisions you have made.

Some of the ash and fog starts to clear up and the wind has blown some of the carnage away.

It only takes you about 15 minutes to get back home and thankfully you are there before dark.

The fact that the power is out and it is night time makes it feel that much more eerie.

You get a bad feeling that causes all of the hair on the nape of your neck stand up on end.

You walk in the door and then a few ideas come to mind.

You haven’t checked the breaker panel yet to see if you could get an idea of what is going on and there’s a back up generator downstairs in the basement.

You look down at your phone to see you have 8 missed calls, 15 text messages, and 6 voicemails.

Your phone is on low battery so you turn it off for a bit to save enough power to use it later on.

Suddenly admist the darkness, you hear what appears to ceramic or glass shattering and heavy footsteps scurrying from underneath your feet.

You are about ten feet away from the basement door and the breaker and generators are both down there.

Perhaps you might need more than a flashlight for this situation… It’s all up to you.

Go in with only a flashlight, it’s probably just a raccoon

or

Go in with a weapon

or

Go back to the beginning

-Alex

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School & Home- Practice & Beginning Sketches

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Various Art Pieces by Alex Snow 2016.

(Titles (not in order)- Soul Mates, 1999, Smile.dog, PH 2016, Untitled, Untitled)

Media: Graphite and or Micron Pens, Sharpies, and Charcoal

(Some pieces are based off of original Creepypastas (a.k.a. 1999 and Smile Dog)

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Weekly Funnies: Have a ‘Hoppy’ Wednesday

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‘Hey Jeffery look! Bubbles!’

‘What!?’

“Pop ’em all if you can!’

Hello friends! I hope you have a ‘hoppy’ Wednesday! Enjoy your day! Grab some sunshine, take a walk, and if you see bubbles, POP THEM!

love and light as always,

Alex

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Weekly Funnies: Monday Madness

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Boxer: ‘Good god! Who let Monday out again? Get him away from me! Ehhhh GAD! Go away Monday!’

Monday the Tortoise: ‘But I just wants a huuuuuuugggggg!’

Happy Monday everyone! Give Monday a big hug and embrace the week. Lots of love and light to you all!

-Alex

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Dream Journal: The WTF Work Dream

I’m going to be quite honest and say that I get these kinds of dreams if I am under a lot of stress, or if my mind is full of racing thoughts and emotions. So, I can AT LEAST say that I’ve kind of got an idea of why I had this dream.

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As I drifted off the sleep, I woke up looking at my phone and saw it was 7:10 am. “What? NO! I overslept!” I exclaimed. I thrashed into my old roommate’s room and asked her what time it was. She was standing next to her dark oak dresser, fully dressed in work attire, putting down her brush and her clock read 7:10 am. “What’s wrong”, she asked me with intent. Her room was lit in such an odd fashion. What used to be the sliding glass door was nothing but a wall of light with the rest of her room being dimly lit. “I overslept and I am going to be late for work! Is that even the right time?” I said nervously as I rushed back into my room somehow in work attire without much an effort to get dressed. The clock had a completely different time on it. I ran back and forth and saw the clock on my phone and my room constantly changing time from 7:10, 7:45, 6:10, and then lastly 8:10. ‘SHIT!’ I yelled to myself as I literally ran in circles to get my things together.

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The house started to rotate, shift, evaporate, and then mold into a gas station/market on a gray suburban street filled with fog. As our surroundings shifted, my old roommate glanced around her room in confusion. I ran back and forth from my room to her room, through the bathroom with somehow morphed into a milky white tiled hallway into the front section of a gas station. I was panicking about finding my pants and while doing this, my pants were on, disappeared, changed colors, and then reappeared in my hand and was wearing white pants. (For the sake of this dream, the names of the people in this dream will only be represented by uppercase letters). I walked out the glass door which seemed transparent into the street. My old roommate stood by me for a bit and then told me she had to go to work and to have a good day. I got a call on my cell phone, which was no longer a smartphone, but a blue qwerty phone I used to own. One of my bosses H called me and asked where I was. I had explained that I was having trouble with the clocks changing in my home and that I couldn’t find my pants. H calmly said that everything was going to be okay and that he would talk to me about it when I get there. He hung up before I could finish.

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I walk back into the front end of the store, standing in front of the rows of snacks, magazines, and miscellaneous items. Next thing I know, H appears in front of me for a few moments, like as if we were at work and nothing in particular was going on. I was beyond confused. Another one of my bosses, K shows up and H told me that K was going to show me to a new place in the store and what I’d be doing. K told me to follow him, and I did. we walk farther into the store to this market like place that looked a lot like Sizzlers. K explained to me on how I would be stocking and cleaning the rows of food. I walk by a salad bar, much like Sizzlers with the dim lighting and earthy tones and see O and A grabbing some salad. “Hey Alex, how are you doing?” O asked me in a cheery tone as he took the tongs and selected a variety of food to put on his clear platter. “I’m fine, how are you?”.  I came up from behind O to grab some salad. A smiled sweetly at me and O said ,”We are doing great!”. They both walked off and the dream ended. 

-Alex

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Dream Journal: Inner Child Dream

        Last night, I had a very weird dream, which was in some ways positive. The beginning was a little fuzzy with me somehow being in some type of vortex in time, ending up in a store (which was like Target, Sears, Macy’s Khol’s, Walmart, some mix of all of the above). There were these children that were running through the store, 8 of them to be exact. There were 2 girls and 6 boys, all of them ranging between the ages 4-5 to 8-16. One child has some facial differences around the nose, one wore thick glasses, and all of them seemed to be very emotional.

children         The father was no-where near the children and tried to look for them, but gave up to get on a tricycle/bike and slowly petaled around the store. I confronted them and asked what he was doing and if he worried about his kids at all. He made it apparent that part of him just gave up, stopped caring, and assumed that they would be fine on their own, because they were good kids. I asked where and if he had a significant other, or someone who was helping him with the kids. He kind of just shrugged and basically said he did, but was not sure where they were or what they were doing. It really did seem like he didn’t care. i started to get angry with the parent and tried to give him a wake up call. I tried to beat it into his head that his children needed him and they need his love, guidance, and attention. I also made it apparent that his behavior is unacceptable. The parent realized what I was saying and lowered his head and apologized to me. However, he also said he did not know what to do because he was gone all the time at work or out and about. I volunteered (basically in-voluntarily because I felt as though they really did need somebody).

ParenttoParent       We both went to home with the children and the father basically said he wish he could stay, but he had to go. I asked him where he was going and what about the well being of the children. He said he had to go to work and do a few other things. I was angered and watched over the kids for a day or two. I got visions in my head of what this “father” was REALLY doing (after work he’d go out with women, drink, gamble, do all kinds of other things with other people/co-workers). I was angry, but pushed it out of my mind and helped the children. The home was very large, but it was somewhat dark with the light inside being a light navy blue/indigo color and seeing bits of bright gold light shining around the rims of the windows. The house seemed like a studio with all the rooms seeming cubicle like and the furniture seeming so home work/office life. Some of the children would sit on their beds and read/do homework. Others would run around, playing and screaming, others kind of just took care of themselves, getting food from the kitchen, keeping things clean, doing chores, etc. I remember talking with the eldest who was about 15-16 at the oldest. He talked to me about the struggles he was having at school, home with his mom and dad, and how he’s been having problems girls noticing him, except for a few. I talked to him at a very deep level, expressing to him about my experience during my life and at first he got frustrated during our conversation and cried, but after a while, he cheered up a bit and smiled. I put all of the children to bed and they slept peacefully.

       Later on the next day, the father FINALLY came home, his appearance disheveled and dirty. I was so angry with him and said I was taking the children to the Zoo/Animal Reserve. He apologized again and said he felt really shameful, and of course tried to explain he wouldn’t do it again. I didn’t want to hear it and said if he wanted to come along, it was fine, but I was still going to take them. I myself and the children went to the Zoo/Animal Reserve, they looked at the animals and took notes and pictures. The father finally showed up and I pulled him aside, trying to convince him how serious this problem was. The children were in front of the Snake exhibit when all of a sudden, these massive snakes rose from the brush and railings and bit every single child in the face. The snakes pulled back after one bite, and every children was still alive, but bleeding badly and crying. The father and I saw it happen and I pointed out just HOW much his children needed him. It seemed as though FINALLY something clicked and the energy around him turned a red-orange with a mid-pick color. He rushed to his children’s aid so much faster than I ever have and I could see this very passionate red energy surrounding the children and father. I could feel a soft healing energy surrounding all of us. I stood there and eventually smiled and felt a sense of relief, because I knew that the pain and disorganization of this family FINALLY ended.

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