Wednesday, December 31, 2008
This great shot reminds me that I still have my Wind Ghost in the basement. I said I was going to take him out and hang him in some isolated location with a good view from a highway. I'll make that a resolution.
As a haunter, I understand that it's rather common to have Halloween nightmares throughout the year. I've had my share of dreams where I'm running around as the sun is setting on Halloween and I don't have a single prop set up yet. I'm always panicking and trying to debate if I should just scrap the whole thing. Usually it ends with me in the middle of the front lawn trying to set up a prop as kids are starting to come up for candy.
I had one last night. It was late on Halloween and I was running around accusing everyone in sight of stealing my acrylic paints. I had a bunch of props that needed to be painted before they could be set up. I panicked and started to run down the street towards a super market a few blocks away. I remember kids coming out of their houses and I do believe I was close to tears. Stupid dream.
Happy New Year.
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Tuesday, December 30, 2008
I possess no memory of believing in Santa at any point in my life. I believe my parents avoided the whole affair by just ignoring him and hoping he went away. None of the presents I got ever said "From: Santa" and we never left cookies for the guy. So we grew up thinking Christmas was just a time of year when your family gave you stuff and Santa was just an image associated with the holiday, like pumpkins, cats, and witches for Halloween.
I do remember my mother telling us a story when I was really young. She said it was Christmas Eve when it happened and she was probably around five years old. She awoke during the night and saw a shadow on the wall out in the hallway outside her bedroom - the shadow of a skinny figure with a pointed hat, and she heard jingling. She told us how terrified she was and how she pulled the sheets over her head in horror. We'd make her tell the creepy Christmas story every year. It never gets old. Thank GOD I never made the connection between that shadow and Santa Claus. I probably would have wet the bed every single Christmas Eve.