Enter the hallway of your mind and open the door to your deepest, darkest fantasies (or nightmares). What creatures lurk in the horrors within?
Share a story of something you like to fantasize about or simply tell us about a nightmare you had that was interesting.
Here are some stories to inspire you all...
My Blog: http://murder-story.blogspot.com.au/
Fantasies written by others: http://www.understories.com/index2.html
I'll get the ball rolling here...
Most of my fantasies are written on my blog, but not all of them.
I've had fantasies of robbing a bank because it's something I'd really like to do. I'd just like to do it for the thrill of it. The money would just be a bonus. It would be a huge risk and that's something that would excite me I think (I rarely experience excitement over anything). I probably never will rob a bank though, because the job I want to pull off would require a team effort.
I've also had mass murder fantasies.
Sometimes I like to go into the city and imagine killing everyone - man, woman and child alike - till all that's left is a pile of blood-soaked bodies. In that fantasy I am the lone survivor. I am God.
I've had a fantasy of going on a shooting spree and killing a bunch of cops. I die in that one - Suicide by cop. I'm not likely to ever fulfill that fantasy though, unless I felt like I had nothing left to lose.
I'm curious if others here have had similar fantasies to my own and why they had them.
In regard to nightmares...
I had a nightmare once that my mother was a serial killer. She was very cunning and calculating. She sent me down to the cellar to get more wine for our guests and that's when I knew I had become her target. I had a feeling she had set up a trap down there that would kill me. I woke up from the dream right before I walked into the cellar and thus, the trap.
Get out of your bloddy mind and experience reality for once. You're so full of "fantasies" and "what ifs" and bullshit, that's almost all you post about. You're not under 17 anymore, it's safe to get out into the world now, daddy's not there to abuse you this time. Reality is awesome beyond the walls of murder fantasy shit.
I hate it when people feel pity for me. It annoys me because there are far worse situations than mine that exist in the world. Yeah, my life sucked growing up, but I'm not that defenseless child anymore. I know it fucked with my head to some degree, but you don't see me feeling sorry for myself.
There's a saying I like and I live by it:
Stephen King writes stories as well. Should he be doing something more 'age appropriate' and stop fantasizing so much?
What's the difference...
I wrote my fantasies down because it acted as a mild release. I haven't actually written any new stories in the last few years though, because my urges have gotten stronger and writing them down doesn't really do much for me anymore. It doesn't decrease the urge to kill.