Tag: nightmares

BELIAL’S DREAM

Welcome to Today’s FYB Post Belial’s Dream (2017) Directed By Robert Morgan who also Wrote the Screen Play. Belial’s Dream was Originally a Short Film Commissioned for Arrow Films’ Blu Ray Release of Frank Henenlotter’s  Movie Basket Case.

                   

For Those Who May be Unaware Basket Case is the 1982 Cult Slasher Horror Classic Directed by Frank Henenlotter and Produced by Edgar Levins. To Sum Up Basket Case in a Nutshell Duane and His Extremely Deformed and Psychotic Conjoined Twin Be are Surgically Separated as Kids. Duane carries  Belial around NYC in a Locked Wicker Picnic Basket as the Twins seek Revenge on the Doctor’s that Separated Them. I HIGHLY Recommend You definitely should check out the movie Basket Case as it is in at Least My Humble Opinion a True Horror Classic.

                   

So When I heard of this Video I was instantly interested because I love Fan Fiction Projects. It’s Insanely Entertaining seeing People’s Interpretations come to Life and become an Extenuation of the Movie Itself. Thusly when I saw the Title of the Video the first thing I thought to myself was that’s a Kickass Concept, and I wonder what a Creature as Demented and Deadly as Belial actually Dreams About? Could Belial dreaming of  Rainbows and Bunny Rabbits during His Psychotic Slumber? Yeah I don’t fucking Think So.

Enjoy.

Thanks For Watching,

   Presented By Les Sober  

Saturday Slasher Cinema: SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE 2

Considering this is the Second Installment of Saturday Slasher Cinema We thought it Only Appropriate to Feature the 1987 Black Comedy Slasher Film Slumber Party Massacre II (Written and Directed By Deborah Brock, and Produced by Roger Corman). SPM II Doesn’t Bring anything Insightful to the Slasher Genre, it’s Far More Interested in B-movie Fun and Special Effects. That’s Not a Bad Thing by Any Means. One of the Best Moments in the Movie is the Gag-Inducing Vision Courtney has of Her Friend Sally’s Massive Zit growing to a Grotesque and Monstrous Size unit it Burts Splattering Her with Fluid. Yeah, that’s the Type of Insanity SPM II Delivers.

               

Brief Plot Summary: “The Driller Killer is Back- and He Parties for Keeps!”

Set Years after the Slumber Party Massacre, now Teen Courtney is a Senior in High School and Plays in a Band with Her Three Close Friends. Courtney is also Experiencing Horrific Nightmares about the DRILL-WIELDING MANIAC KILLER from the First Film Returning. She can’t Shake the Terrifying Feeling that She and Her Friends will be VICIOUSLY TORMENTED AND BRUTALLY BUTCHERED. Again and Again the Nightmare Returns as a Dazed Courtney starts to Lose Control of Her Waking Life that’s Turning into a Surreal Horror Show. And Then Her Nightmare Crosses Over into Reality. No One Believes Her, Until it’s Too Late. The Driller Killer Returns Reincarnated as an Evil Rock’n Roll Greaser with a Massive Drill Bit Guitar Combo of Carnage. He Methodically Stalks Them; then VIOLENTLY GORES THEM TO DEATH….ONE BY ONE. Mixing Elements of A Nightmare On Elm Street with The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Only the Fittest can Survive in SLUMBER PARTY MASSACRE II!!!

Enjoy.

We Hope You Enjoyed this Sequel of Slumber Party Slaughter as Much as We Did.

Thanks For Watching,

Presented By    Les Sober & FYB  

Sick Saturday Cinema: BLACK PAST

FYB is Super Psyched to Present the 1989 Splatter Classic BLACK PAST Written and Directed By Legendary German Gore Master Olaf Ittenbach, and is His First Film Made.

                

Plot Summary: After Moving into a New House with His Family Thommy finds a Mysterious Mirror and Diary in the Attic. Soon After the Young Man is Plagued by Increasingly GRUESOME VISIONS AND BLOODY NIGHTMARES as His Crush keeps Rising from the Dead. As Thommy begins to Lose His grip on Reality He begins to Transform into a BLOODTHIRSTY DEMONIC KILLING MACHINE!!!

               

Enjoy.

We Hope You Enjoyed This Tales of Transformation and Terror as Much as We Did.

Thanks For Watching,

Presented By    Les Sober & FYB  

Batten Down The Hatches

I’ve been having ominous dreams lately. They are shattered, they are broken. I’m not so sure the reasons why.

I have not been sleeping very well but that is just because I am too happy and distracted by the little things in life that sleep no longer is pleasant.

It is a burden.

The days seemingly grow shorter by the second, not the light in them or the increasing darkness, just the time from Point A to Point B is pulsing rapidly.

Feeling like a heart attack ready to explode, a vein ready to burst, a monopoly ready to hide its assets.

There is a storm approaching fast from the western skies. I am ready for it this time.

I’m not sure how much sun will be left after the fall but I will be tucked away. Safe. Nestled in your arms.

But who are you? Why should I care?

Destiny is calling me but sometimes it just feels like my old friend’s daughter Destiny (who I never met) beckoning me into the forces of much trouble.

And all should live this.

 By SpaceDog

I Never Titled It. I Hate Titles. They Should Die. By SpaceDog







 



I decided on the old spring cleaning today. More like my portable DVD player is gathering dust and I need to find its extension cord. So even though the ideas of what I want to write are running through my head at a blistering pace, like sperm pelting the floor at a bathhouse, I’ve taken the lazy way out and decided to throw up a few brooding poems from about five years ago. I think I wrote them in rehab, hence the plastic bed references casually strewn in there.




Disowned




Why do I work to escape this very moment

When all I should do is tuck it away

How come my darkest world shines so bright

When it only brings me the fear of my plight


The hate in my soul drips forth with blood

While the bluebirds may chirp

I sit here in your mud

It’s like one thousand flavors rattle my cage

Dairy Queen and Lucifer, One and the same


My chest collapses slowly

While I wriggle in pain

Two candy canes half eaten

Melting in the rain


..I feel for my pulse but it’s not to be found

I’ve been riding in your carriage too long

But my soul is nowhere around


You still plague my soul

Even from far, far away

The wax from your candle

It melts my nightmares

Covers up all this dismay


And I used to run, I used to fly

There once was a time I never cried

Your heart it stayed open

Your veins never closed

The moths gracing your light bulbs

They practically glowed


And one day I’ll wake up

Maybe I’ll even truely care

But for this moment in time

This moment I own

Alone in my thoughts

Even though my brain isn’t home


I plot and I ponder.

I sit and I stare.

The tadpole didn’t come home for supper

But I still feel him there


And I know this isn’t reality

Yet it’s certainly not a dream

Just a slice of delusion

In a cherry pie choking on whi9pped cream.




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and then there is this one.  i never titled it. i hate titles. they should die.


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All my Johnnys have gone away

While I sat staring out the window

Trying to breathe in the world

When all I saw was the lamp post

And your reflection in a puddle


Then I sailed across the ocean

Looking for you

Looking for him

I wondered where your trail of bread crumbs led

But they only formed some lost circle

Empty of my heart

Crashing up my car


I ate a sundae with marshmellows

It tasted like you

Or wait maybe like him

And I put on some Jimmies

But they were too sweet

You tasted so bitter

Yet it was my dream

I swallowed my dreams


The boat then crashed ashore

My holy father whipped me

I just wanted your chains

To cramp my style

You squeezed my soul so fine


But I’ve lost your scent

The moon doesn’t rise

And your face isn’t on my quarter anymore

Just another dead president


And one day I do know

That something will rise out of the sky

I’d just take the sun

But you are my God

I don’t know if I should try


Yet maybe it’s my destiny

Just smelling you out

I’m not sure though

Because it may not be you

Might have been him

Singing through the birds

Nestling in my head


The queen of hearts left my deck long ago

Suffering without anything to hold onto

My kingdom has lost its peaceful rest.