Hell, why not. Here's my nightmare. Absolutely scared the soul out of me and will forever remain as vivid as day. I don't remember how it started, I just remember being in a burning house walking around searching for something. I find myself in a very large room, fire all around. Suddenly it dawns on me that some one is screaming. It starts really low, just barely audible but slowly builds until it's all encompassing. I finally turn around and at the very far side there's this small silhouette of a little old lady. My vision pans forward across the room, the old lady growing larger until she's right up in my face screaming. Pretty much the picture of Sissy Spacek covered in blood. I jolt awake and discover it's been me screaming the entire time. The house is silent but for the echos of my screams.
Yup. That was a good one. Must have been 5 or 6 years old.
Hiya Jordu, I thought the sixth sense had some pretty good ghosts in it I remember when Jaws came out I was so scared I couldnt even take a bath heehee my Dad Ray got so damn mad at me at me for that your right remakes really suck I used to get so scared watching Night Gallery from the 1970s and of course my older brother really use to feed on that now im 50 and nothing scares except ...uuumm spiders and victorian dolls ok all old dolls
Wonderful!!! Jordu this one was hilarious as usual, but so interesting at the same time. Talking about interning and spending time at studios really made a big connection with me :) When you talked about Stan Winston's and how you were fascinated with all the creatures, that is exactly the same feeling I have when I visit your studio.
Entertaining as always!!! Looking forward to the next one.
Hi Jordu, my worst recurring nightmare began at the age of seven. My mother and her boyfriend decided to go to a drive in movie with me in the back seat. Unfortunately the movie was The Exorcist. I have no idea how she could bring me to something like that. When I talked to her about as an adult she said that she thought I was sleeping the whole time. My memory is that I was in the back seat silent but absolutely terrified.At that age I had a vague concept of what actors do and making movies. I remember repeating to myself over and over again as if it were a mantra that this wasn't real. That movie thoroughly traumatised me. For the next 6 years I had the recurring nightmare that a demon was under my bed. In the dream my bed would begin shaking while the light in my room would go out. At the same time my bedroom door would slam shut and my dresser, desk and toys would slam against my door to ensure that I was definitely trapped. This whole time I would hear demonic sounds and voices and feel its evil presence. At the age of 12 or 13 I didn't have nearly the same level of fear during the dreams as I had when I was young and they just stopped. Once again thanks for the inspiration Jordu!
Hi Jordu, great blog this week! I introduced your freelance horseshit to my mum and she just loves it.
The most terrifying nightmare I had was when I was about 8 years old, just after I'd joined my brother to watch "The Orphanage". I dreamt that night that I woke up, walked up to my parent's room and opened the door to see Thomas - a little boy in a creepy ass burlap mask from the film- in the room. To this day, he still pops up in my dreams. I can't even look at a picture of him, because I think I'd vomit from pure terror. I don't know whether it's just because I was 8 at the time, or if he is just the most horrying character. Look him up and see what you think.
Can't wait for next week's blog!
hi Jordu, thanks for a great blog, love listening to you blabing away while I am sculpting, always makes the day so much better!
Would you be able to tell us a bit about some amazing work you did for a book some years ago, that weird creepy creature was put in akward social situations, that book was such a strange collection of images, loved it, can't remeber the name of the book or the artist..
But I would love to hear your memories of the process
Thanks again for you blog, looking forward to the next one.
Hey, Jordu, I'm totally enjoying your blog and the opening songs, they're great.
My recurring nightmares involve being in the ocean with weird and unpredictable waves and tides, moving in all directions. Not very interesting to anyone else.
But when I was about ten, I had a high fever and had the most vivid dream about being chased off a cliff by Frankenstein's monster, with fire and mayhem behind me... Terrifying.
The blog has become a Sunday night ritual for me. I'm loving it.
I'll share the creepiest dream I ever had. I've still yet to top it.Like most people, it was one from childhood. It's still as vivid today as it was when I awoke from it when I was seven.
Imagine the scariest seventies/eighties film preview voiceover, only they're not really saying anything coherent.It's just bizarre mumbling in that low, deadpan tone.I'm staring into the mirror in a tiny bath room, I think I had finished brushing my teeth.I turn to leave the bathroom and as I open the door, I'm greeted by what I can only describe as an emaciated clone of of Shelley Duvall(no offense to Shelley Duvall), with a face full of collapsed veins,wall-eyed and bloodshot, sweat dripping from every poor and not a millimeter away from my face.She's holding a tea cup in her hand and shaking violently.Suddenly she cracks in half like a fracture in the pavement, from the top of her head, down to the bottom of her feet, and through the floor, almost as though she were part of the hallway beyond, or vice versa.
As if that weren't strange enough, what look like old mens canes, begin to emerge from her mouth, splitting and pushing the cracked and broken head away to reveal and even more withered and decrepit head underneath. I think the canes were coming out of its mouth.Then I snapped awake, with the heavy chested sensation I believe is often associated with dream paralysis...or maybe just with kids who have no idea what they just witnessed in their own developing psyches.
I never realized how insane this dream was until I wrote it down just now.I'm not sure if it was a surrealist painting or a nightmare, or maybe both.
What is this place of madness I have just stumbled into, and how have I been missing this in my life for so long? Jordu your audios are just pure awesome. Thank you for brightening my day with them. As far as nightmares go, my memory is complete shit, but the only one I do remember in vivid detail was a long time ago, in a galaxy far far...oh wait wrong story. My dream took place as my mother and I were pulling up in the drive way. It was the middle of a nice sunny day when I noticed the garage door was open and thought it odd. I told her to wait in the car and I will check the house out because the door leading into the house was open as well. As I made my way into the garage I tried to see into the house, but separating the house from the garage was our laundry room and the door to that was cracked. So on I crept like the ninja I was and instead of opening the door with the handle I grabbed the edge of the door and pulled it open. At that second a burglar in a clown mask slammed a knife into my hand and the door as he came right at me. He obviously didn't get me because I woke up in the middle of rolling out of bed trying to run out of the room while still tangled in sheets.
Dear Mr. Schell,
I have been listening to your blog since day one, and I love it !!!! Not only is it entertaining, but informative.....very informative. I like how you don't beat around the bush when discussing issues that we all, as artists, have had to deal with on occasion . Some people like to sugar coat things, and make it appear as if working in this industry, for a living, is a walk in the clouds....and though that might be true for a select few, non of whom I can think of at the moment, it's refreshing to hear an honest point of view from someone who has been in the trenches and earned his stripes.....the hard way. So, with that in mind, I have a question for you that may warrant being discussed on a future episode, provided the topic hasn't been brought up in a prior show .It never ceases to amaze me, and I'm sure that this has happened to you at some point, when someone calls you to do a job ( whether it be sculpting out a design, drawing out a concept for a character, or the whole nine yards ), they seem to have it in their minds that you are doing nothing at the moment, and have all the time in the world to devote to their precious project. They have this notion that they are the only client that exists in the world, and that you are supposed to be at their beckon call 24 hours a day, whether you have agreed to the project or not . If, for some reason you have to turn them down (whether it be bad timing , or they just didn't want to pay as much as you quoted even though said quote was very fair in terms of what they were asking of you ), they have the balls to turn around and say....."well, can you find us someone else that can do the job"???? in other words, what they are actually saying is ...."well, we don't want to really pay anyone to work....as a matter of fact, it took a lot for us to find you, and we're just too fucking lazy to look for another artist.....as a matter of fact, we are too coward to tell someone we don't want to pay them for a job, so we thought we would let you recommend a friend, so that way, you look like the dick and not us......and basically we don't care if this ends your friendship with said artist, as long as we get what we want in the long run"....my question to you is this; How do you deal with situations like this without burning bridges ???? I can always recommend someone, but you get what you pay for....and after they call around, and find out that you were being very fair with your quote, do you think they call you back and try to work out a deal.....no !!!! many time they realize that their expectations were far tooo great for the little they were willing to shell out, so the find more funding and give it to someone else....because they are just tired of looking for an artist to do the job, or worse.....they have run out of time for the project and hire out of desperation . I'm sorry that this rant ran so long but, as you can tell, it is a sore spot with me and an issue I deal with more times than I care to. Thank you so much for patiently reading this....I anxiously await your feed back . Sincerely, Jonathan B. Thornton
The worst nightmare I've ever had, was actually a fever dream. I would fall asleep, and wake up running from a giant boulder just like Raiders of the Lost ark. I would be forced to jump off a cliff, and land just and be in intense pain, from my entire body being shattered, when I would have to watch the boulder coming straight towards my head. The scary part came, when I would wake up I wouldn't wake up for real, but I'd be running from the boulder again. It wouldn't stop until my mom woke me up for whatever reason, but as soon as I closed my eyes the dream would happen again. I'll never forget it, because all of my senses were in full effect during the dream. To this day I hate the movie Groundhogs day.
Hi, Jordu. Your Mom sounds so awesome!
I watched a lot of black and white late late shows with my Dad growing up. My nightmare is along those lines and very cinematic. It was in sepia tones instead of black and white, which was cool. I'm witnessing my little sister's 70's car seat (molded plastic with large holes in the sides for the seat belt to go through) setting on the floor of this creepy, Gothic dungeon looking room. There's a large stone table in the center, surrounded by men in robes with hoods and they are all leaning over something in the center of the table. One of the men stands up and I can see his face. It's Vincent Price. He raises a big knife high in the air and starts cutting up my little sister. They start throwing meat over their shoulders as he's cutting, but instead of body parts they look like raw steaks. I couldn't move or scream for help.
It was strange because I felt bad me sister was getting cut up but I was also like, "How cool Vincent Price was in my dream! "
Great ep. I love talking about dreams and I wish a major religion were based on them cause I'd sign up and drink that kool aid!
My all time nightmare started with what I'll share here. The awful characters crept into so many of my nightmares between gr 3 and gr 5 that i refused to sleep and my parents looked into bringing me to a psychiatrist (but did not).
The first dream was me biking home and the telephone wires are covered in crows staring at me. I get home and my dad says our dog, Corky, won't come in the house because she's messing around in the raspberry bushes. I go get her, and she turns and snarls with red eyes. She runs in the house and goes downstairs with me following her. I stop before going down the stairs because the house is so quiet and empty. I hear my mom tell me from upstairs that the family went to bed. She asks if I can turn off the tv downstairs. Cheers is on down there and the dog is sitting, staring at me. I say I don't want to go down there and my dog says 'its ok I got it.' and she goes and turns it off with her nose. I exclaim "wow! Thats amazing!" And then the dog morphs into a shadow person as it walk towards me. It grabs my legs and starts dragging me downstairs. I can't get noise to come out of my mouth. I feel that my parents and sister are all aware of what is happening, that its some contract they are fulfilling. The shadow man drags me into the toy closet and shuts the door.
I wake up, in a state of terror, and the dreams where shadow men drag me somewhere while my parents turn away recurs for two years. I was afraid of sleeping for many years, even after the dreams stopped. I learned 'lucid dreaming' to control those fears.
Sorry, I'ma a week late. Mine is short. Happened when I was 5 or younger. I'm throwing random objects into an old fashioned well with my dad. It's so fun to throw things in a well. (Imagine the Walk'n On Sunshine music playing) Suddenly an oversized hand comes screaming out of the darkness of the well with its fingers clawed to grab my face, and it has a maniacally cackling mouth on the palm. I woke up just as it clamped down.
So...I'm literally sitting here drinking a Yoo-Hoo. Not because you told me to...but because they are so delicious and I had an extra one in the shop fridge.
Anyways...the first really, really, really horrifying nightmare I remember goes something like this...
Growing up, there was a large cow pasture right next to our house. In the dream there is a HORDE of vampires and werewolves chasing me and I am running across that field to the safety of my home. As I near the house I can see that a huge dome made of chain-link fence has miraculously appeared around my house. As I enter the gate to the dome and lock it behind me, the first-person view suddenly changes to a third-person view and the 'camera' begins to pan up, eventually looking down on the dome and the house. I can now see the horde of vampires and werewolves quickly scaling the fence...snarling and trying to tear through the chain-link. It was absolutely terrifying. Then I woke up. It was very brief but extremely terrifying...especially since I was only around 8-10 yrs old. I'm pretty sure that dreamed stemmed from a combination of Fright Night and Waxwork.
I also had a post-apocalyptic dream where my grandmother (I lived with her) was laying in the bathtub wrapped in a blood-soaked towel with a huge hole blown through her mid-section. I looked out the tiny window that was above the bathtub and the landscape was charred with molten lava and smoke rising everywhere. Again, the first-person view changed into a third-person view with the 'camera' panning out through the window and up and over the decrepit landscape. I'll credit The Terminator for that disturbing dream.
Last but not least, I had a recurring dream where my sister and I would visit a very dark, unusual, freak show, carnival, circus type of place and there was a large tent that we would enter and commence in jumping up and down on the belly of some kind of weird giant...he kinda looked like a Gorg from Fraggle Rock. The giant was friendly, and I wouldn't really consider it a nightmare, but it was a very strange dream that I would have quite often and it had a dark and sinister feel to it...and I remember the dream and that feeling very vividly to this day.