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AhhTheHorror Featured By Owner May 7, 2012  Student General Artist
@02:40The script, for those of you with poor speakers (I apologise for the audio quality):

Do you remember when you were a child, the dreams you had? The creatures that stalked you: the ones you never saw, but always knew what they looked like. You were always too afraid too look behind you at the blackened void of the outside world, the unnatural vacancy of damnation and insanity. Yet somehow you knew their faces – knew of the claws that could cut you if you let them; knew of the knives for tongues that they possessed and the time at which they could devour you with their acidic kisses. Sometimes, during waking hours, in the dark; you’d see them out of the corner of one eye. Just an illusion, you tell yourself – your mind playing tricks on you. In your dreams you always lost in an unfamiliar place that never ends and never changes. Only the pace at which it follows you, the pace of your tiny little heart screaming for attention; screaming for safety from the demon your mind has created. Your mother and father worry, these nightmares of yours always left you crying – and at the frequency at which they occurred called for a trip to the psychiatrist. Nothing was wrong with you; your tears were natural, perfectly normal. You don’t need help; he told your parents. Besides, intelligent girls are more depressed – because they know what the world is really like. Of course, your dreams were not real, nor were your visions as monsters do not exist. But under that guise of unconsciousness, the thousands of tiny, unseen hands slivering across your flesh at night – it feels more real than you can possibly imagine while awake. So when you awaken in a startle, tears flooding from your eyes as you cry yourself back to sleep, alone. You wonder again when these fine examples of your fantastic imagination will leave you. And you wonder just how real these visions of horror could be – whether their occurrence is significant. A being from another world, warning you of dangers to come. And the thought that maybe, just maybe, the next time you dream of demons and rapists you’ll never wake up; because maybe next time you won’t be dreaming at all.
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AhhTheHorror Featured By Owner May 10, 2012  Student General Artist
Note me if you're curious, I'm happy to answer any questions. :)
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All by myself with assistance from actresses Anna Wicks and Helena Dipple (my sister).

For AS Level film coursework. I got top marks, fo 'sure.

Based on the concept of reality - the boundaries between whats perceived as real and what is perceived as not real or "imagined".
By "imagined" I am making reference to psychosis - a condition I have personal experience and interest in. I often wonder if my experiences with psychosis are still "valid" in the eyes of my peers, even though they were "imagined" happenings. Does this decrease the impact it had/has on those of us who have experienced such things? I certainly think not, but those who have not seen the face of madness seem to.
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AhhTheHorror Featured By Owner May 7, 2012  Student General Artist
@02:40The script, for those of you with poor speakers (I apologise for the audio quality):

Do you remember when you were a child, the dreams you had? The creatures that stalked you: the ones you never saw, but always knew what they looked like. You were always too afraid too look behind you at the blackened void of the outside world, the unnatural vacancy of damnation and insanity. Yet somehow you knew their faces – knew of the claws that could cut you if you let them; knew of the knives for tongues that they possessed and the time at which they could devour you with their acidic kisses. Sometimes, during waking hours, in the dark; you’d see them out of the corner of one eye. Just an illusion, you tell yourself – your mind playing tricks on you. In your dreams you always lost in an unfamiliar place that never ends and never changes. Only the pace at which it follows you, the pace of your tiny little heart screaming for attention; screaming for safety from the demon your mind has created. Your mother and father worry, these nightmares of yours always left you crying – and at the frequency at which they occurred called for a trip to the psychiatrist. Nothing was wrong with you; your tears were natural, perfectly normal. You don’t need help; he told your parents. Besides, intelligent girls are more depressed – because they know what the world is really like. Of course, your dreams were not real, nor were your visions as monsters do not exist. But under that guise of unconsciousness, the thousands of tiny, unseen hands slivering across your flesh at night – it feels more real than you can possibly imagine while awake. So when you awaken in a startle, tears flooding from your eyes as you cry yourself back to sleep, alone. You wonder again when these fine examples of your fantastic imagination will leave you. And you wonder just how real these visions of horror could be – whether their occurrence is significant. A being from another world, warning you of dangers to come. And the thought that maybe, just maybe, the next time you dream of demons and rapists you’ll never wake up; because maybe next time you won’t be dreaming at all.
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Bracey100 Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
@02:40Surreal and creepy, I loved it.
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AhhTheHorror Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2012  Student General Artist
@02:40Thank you. :)
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Bracey100 Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
@02:40Youre welcome.
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Vex-the-Pirate Featured By Owner Apr 27, 2012
@01:17Ahh the audio was so quiet from my terrible laptop speakers :( Do you have a script you can copy paste? haha.
ALso those paper finger things are too rad.
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AhhTheHorror Featured By Owner May 7, 2012  Student General Artist
@01:17Okay, heres the script:

Do you remember when you were a child, the dreams you had? The creatures that stalked you: the ones you never saw, but always knew what they looked like. You were always too afraid too look behind you at the blackened void of the outside world, the unnatural vacancy of damnation and insanity. Yet somehow you knew their faces – knew of the claws that could cut you if you let them; knew of the knives for tongues that they possessed and the time at which they could devour you with their acidic kisses. Sometimes, during waking hours, in the dark; you’d see them out of the corner of one eye. Just an illusion, you tell yourself – your mind playing tricks on you. In your dreams you always lost in an unfamiliar place that never ends and never changes. Only the pace at which it follows you, the pace of your tiny little heart screaming for attention; screaming for safety from the demon your mind has created. Your mother and father worry, these nightmares of yours always left you crying – and at the frequency at which they occurred called for a trip to the psychiatrist. Nothing was wrong with you; your tears were natural, perfectly normal. You don’t need help; he told your parents. Besides, intelligent girls are more depressed – because they know what the world is really like. Of course, your dreams were not real, nor were your visions as monsters do not exist. But under that guise of unconsciousness, the thousands of tiny, unseen hands slivering across your flesh at night – it feels more real than you can possibly imagine while awake. So when you awaken in a startle, tears flooding from your eyes as you cry yourself back to sleep, alone. You wonder again when these fine examples of your fantastic imagination will leave you. And you wonder just how real these visions of horror could be – whether their occurrence is significant. A being from another world, warning you of dangers to come. And the thought that maybe, just maybe, the next time you dream of demons and rapists you’ll never wake up; because maybe next time you won’t be dreaming at all.
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Vex-the-Pirate Featured By Owner May 8, 2012
Oh awesome, thanks for writing it up :)
This is pretty interesting actually, works well with the video (I can catch bits here and there to understand the timing haha). Awesome work, it's a interesting short, feels like the opening to a book or something
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AhhTheHorror Featured By Owner May 9, 2012  Student General Artist
It's based off a rather complicated personal history, like a lot of my artwork to be honest.
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Vex-the-Pirate Featured By Owner May 9, 2012
Yeah, I think I remember reading this somewhere (possibly the description for this aha). I would go into this more with you but i feel dA comments are not the place heh.
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AhhTheHorror Featured By Owner May 10, 2012  Student General Artist
Note me if you're curious, I'm happy to answer any questions. :)
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