Hello, everybody! I’m Mr. Jukebox 8, and welcome to my new blog! Here I will talk about whatever I feel like talking about, such as updates on the site, stuff in real life, anything I want to, FOR THIS BLOG IS ALL MINE! MUAHAHAHAHA!!! … I apologize for that.
Anyway, today I felt like talking about something from when I was younger. Particularly, my dreams from when I was younger. More specifically, my nightmares from when I was younger. You see, I had a lot of plush dolls when I was a child. I still have a lot of plush dolls, but that’s beside the point. Some of these plushies seemed very creepy in a way, and for some reason I have had nightmares about these plushies for a long time, until I was ten or eleven. But I still remember what a lot of these nightmares were like, and I feel like sharing them with a bunch of anonymous internet people. It seems like a good idea.
The very first of these dreams was pretty basic, nothing more than all my plushies combined into a giant blob of plush covering me while a voice that sounded like Oo and Aa from Playhouse Disney said “They’re alive… and they’re attacking!” Yeah, remember when Disney Junior was called Playhouse Disney? I sure do.
Later on I went to Build-a-Bear with my Grandparents and made a Big Bird doll dressed up as Buzz Lightyear, cleverly named Big Bird Lightyear! Nice one, Six-Year-Old Me. This doll became the subject of many a nightmare, mostly involving me waking up to Big Bird Lightyear teleporting around my bedroom while saying things in the generic mindless zombie tone of voice (For reference, go listen to the Zombie Bridesmaids from the My Little Pony Season 2 finale. Any comments hating on bronies will be deleted, if you don’t mind.) Anyway, the dreams were resolved by removing Big Bird Lightyear from my room. We might still have it in storage, actually. If we ever find it I might post a picture.
There was another creepy plushie I used to have that wasn’t really related to the nightmares, but I thought I’d mention it anyway. It was Zoe from Sesame Street. Yes, another Sesame Street doll! Yay! Zoe may look okay in the light, but in the dark she pretty much looks like a demon staring into your soul. She was also later removed from my bedroom.
These dreams later became creepier, but still mostly routine. They always involved me getting out of bed to get a glass of water or something, but once I was about to get out of the hallway a force started pulling me back. The plushies apparently evolved into small Sith Lords. I eventually began to be self-aware that I was in these dreams by looking at the signs, such as my bedroom being arranged completely differently, and just stayed in bed. At some point I just asked why they haunted me all the time. They’re response: They wanted to watch an episode of Disney’s The Replacements with me. Anybody else remember that show? Anyone?
There was only one more plushie nightmare after that. I looked around my room and noticed I was in one of these dreams and decided to just stay in bed. But then my stuffed owl, Hoo-ard (Get it? Like Howard, except like an owl says “Hoo?” Yeah…) tightened his wing around my arm.
So that was my horrifying subconscious experiences with my plush dolls. Hopefully you don’t think I’m crazy after reading this. Also, you should expect some new content on my YouTube channel this summer! I am considering making a short film about these nightmares, actually… Look forward to that!
Have a nice day everybody, and make sure to tell your friends about this website if you like it! Bye!
Anyway, today I felt like talking about something from when I was younger. Particularly, my dreams from when I was younger. More specifically, my nightmares from when I was younger. You see, I had a lot of plush dolls when I was a child. I still have a lot of plush dolls, but that’s beside the point. Some of these plushies seemed very creepy in a way, and for some reason I have had nightmares about these plushies for a long time, until I was ten or eleven. But I still remember what a lot of these nightmares were like, and I feel like sharing them with a bunch of anonymous internet people. It seems like a good idea.
The very first of these dreams was pretty basic, nothing more than all my plushies combined into a giant blob of plush covering me while a voice that sounded like Oo and Aa from Playhouse Disney said “They’re alive… and they’re attacking!” Yeah, remember when Disney Junior was called Playhouse Disney? I sure do.
Later on I went to Build-a-Bear with my Grandparents and made a Big Bird doll dressed up as Buzz Lightyear, cleverly named Big Bird Lightyear! Nice one, Six-Year-Old Me. This doll became the subject of many a nightmare, mostly involving me waking up to Big Bird Lightyear teleporting around my bedroom while saying things in the generic mindless zombie tone of voice (For reference, go listen to the Zombie Bridesmaids from the My Little Pony Season 2 finale. Any comments hating on bronies will be deleted, if you don’t mind.) Anyway, the dreams were resolved by removing Big Bird Lightyear from my room. We might still have it in storage, actually. If we ever find it I might post a picture.
There was another creepy plushie I used to have that wasn’t really related to the nightmares, but I thought I’d mention it anyway. It was Zoe from Sesame Street. Yes, another Sesame Street doll! Yay! Zoe may look okay in the light, but in the dark she pretty much looks like a demon staring into your soul. She was also later removed from my bedroom.
These dreams later became creepier, but still mostly routine. They always involved me getting out of bed to get a glass of water or something, but once I was about to get out of the hallway a force started pulling me back. The plushies apparently evolved into small Sith Lords. I eventually began to be self-aware that I was in these dreams by looking at the signs, such as my bedroom being arranged completely differently, and just stayed in bed. At some point I just asked why they haunted me all the time. They’re response: They wanted to watch an episode of Disney’s The Replacements with me. Anybody else remember that show? Anyone?
There was only one more plushie nightmare after that. I looked around my room and noticed I was in one of these dreams and decided to just stay in bed. But then my stuffed owl, Hoo-ard (Get it? Like Howard, except like an owl says “Hoo?” Yeah…) tightened his wing around my arm.
So that was my horrifying subconscious experiences with my plush dolls. Hopefully you don’t think I’m crazy after reading this. Also, you should expect some new content on my YouTube channel this summer! I am considering making a short film about these nightmares, actually… Look forward to that!
Have a nice day everybody, and make sure to tell your friends about this website if you like it! Bye!