My friend, who didn’t know I’m afraid of clowns, showed this to me today.
There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going.
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing.
Is it raining?
Is it snowing?
Is a hurricane a blowing?Not a speck of light is showing
so the danger must be growing.
Are the fires of hell a glowing?
Is the grisly reaper mowing?
Yes! The danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing.
And they’re certainly not showing
any signs that they are slowing!
This part of the movie terrified me when I was a kid.
Oh how I wish I understood French. Or could be bothered to find a translation.
Most of all I want a doll-sized Sébastien Chabal.
At night Chabal Bear* watches you sleep.
*Ourson is more accurately a teddy.
9gag:
Yo, Em, this is what I want for my Christmas present this year.
There is no way I will make you that terrifying abomination. Also that’s crochet, not knitting.
The image just reminded me of a reoccurring nightmare I had when I was a kid. We lived in Moab Utah so I must have been in kindergarten or 1st grade.
The canyon wasn’t like this, it was red like the West We lived near Arches National Park and the landscape was a lot like that. Outdoor tourism wasn’t popular yet so the town was still small, mostly populated by hippies and drunks (at least that’s who my mom hung out with). My mom worked running river tours with Sidewinder (defunct) in the day and tending bar at the Poplar Place (which was still a biker bar back then) at night. I don’t remember where we lived but I think it’s before we lived in the old school bus so maybe in the cabin in Castle Valley or else we were still staying with Mama Linda.
Anyway, my dream. I was in the mountains and I was following some people into a building that overlooked the canyon. I was hiding because I wasn’t so sure about them. Something was going on. Everyone in town trusted them but not me. As I watched a man and woman I didn’t know hang a flag with a Thunderbird, I noticed that it looked wrong. Then I over heard them saying that the back of the flag wasn’t the same as the front, that it was covered with black fabric as proof of their evil.
I was afraid, remember I’m only about 6 years old, and I ran but they saw me and chased. I ran all the way to Dead Horse Point where, exhausted and convinced I’d lost them I sat down to rest.I was on the part of the point that looks like the inside of a U, at the base. I sat with my back to the river and leaned back but didn’t fall. When I turned to see what was supporting me it was a shadow in the shape of a man. He pinched me and I fell.
I don’t know who the man was and I always woke before I landed but it scared me because I could always feel the pinch when I woke up.
I’ve remembered bits and pieces of this dream over the years but never all of it so vividly nor so unexpectedly.
(via Jon Beinart)
Hey Jon Beinart, thanks for fucking my sleep with nightmares for the rest of my life.
