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Well, I am sitting here after taking my Spawn back to his Incubator’s house and playing some BatmanBatman reviews Arkham AsylumBatman: Arkham Asylum reviews on the 360, and felt it was a good day to make a completely bullshit post about a very, very important subject. Me. Well, that as well as let everyone out there know that you have not been imagining anything, the posting at Dreamindemon.com has waned over the last week or so. This is mostly in part to myself and Jaded both getting sick. Jaded probably picked up something from one of the biker bars she hangs in every morning, but seeing as I am pretty immune to all known forms of illness I am pretty sure I just suffered a form of cosmic karma. So read on for a few bullshit items that have nothing to do with crime whatsoever, but fuck it. It’s Sunday.

First off here is a detailed explanation for the site, and why I do it personally. Hopefully it will answer any questions for people wondering what kind of sick fuck would waste their time with a site like this.This is a copy of a write-up used over at Zombo’s Closet of Horror.

The reason why I blog about the subjects I do are a direct result of Steven Spielberg and the 1989 death of a 16-year-old stripper. My love affair with horror began when my parents decided to take me and my brother to see JawsJaws reviews at the Thunderbird Drive-In. My brother fell asleep, I screamed throughout.

The resulting nightmares eventually faded and my love of horror was born. Not just in film, but in about everything. I used to get those UFO and ghost story books in the school library. Fascinated by the blurry photos of objects in the sky or white blobs in the stairwells of old houses, I loved reading the stories of the Green Man and The Dead Hitchhiker or The Devil’s Footprint. This continued as my mother, not having anyone around who liked the horror genre, took me along to see whatever horror film came out. Classics like The ShiningThe Shining reviews, Friday the 13thFriday the 13th reviews, The ExorcistThe Exorcist reviews, God rest her old-school, horror-loving soul and not caring about the looks she would get as her young son stuffed his face with Mike & Ikes while staring wide-eyed at the young girl on the screen raping herself with a crucifix.

The mix of horror and true crime, and ultimately the hybrid horror style of Dreamindemon.com, began with a book a lot are familiar with. On a beach trip with my parents, I dug through my Mom’s stack of paperbacks she had brought along to read and found one that looked interesting; 1978’s The Amityville HorrorThe Amityville Horror reviews. Aside from being a horror book, this book was (supposedly) true. It not only contained the horrific tale of the Lutz family, it also contained timelines, diagrams, floorplans and pictures. That was it. It opened my eyes to a new kind of horror. The “true” kind. Seeing me devour this book, my mother then turned me on to books like Fatal VisionFatal Vision reviews, In Cold BloodIn Cold Blood reviews, etc. After she bought my first issue of Fangoria (Tom Savini’s Maniac issue), after I thought out loud “I wonder how they did that?” while watching in amazement as Kevin Bacon got a knife in the throat, my love of horror did not diminish in the slightest; but the revelation of blood squibs and latex – the peeling back of the curtain to see the man behind it pulling the levers – made the real acts acts men do to each other even more horrific.

The Dreamin’ Demon is a blog I started for a couple different reasons but the spark that ignited it was the murder of Chrystal Taylor from Charlotte, NC. She was a girl that hung out with us when I was a teen. 13-years-old and sexually active. Stripping by 16 and an active prostitute. She was cool as hell, though. On August 7, 1989 she went missing from a local strip club after work. Her body was found almost 3 months later. The sad thing? She had never been reported missing. A 16-year-old girl went missing for 3 months, and in that time no one seemed to care. Not me, not her friends, not her boyfriend and not her family. They identified her remains in May of 1990 but the case went cold until 2003 when Charlotte’s newly formed Cold Case Division used some DNA to prove Timothy Street, her cab driver that night, was responsible for her murder. Chrystal’s death is what got me interested in discussing the backgrounds, the circumstances, the environments of certain crimes…the stories behind the actual acts. Her death is why the River’s Edge, BullyBully reviews and ThirteenThirteen reviews hit so close to home for me.

So at its black heart, Dreamin’ Demon is a place for people with morbid tastes to discuss horror in all its incarnations without the apathetic coating. People who enjoy the darker side of media– whether that be a film, a book, the latest episode of Dexter, or the true story of some guy who ate the eyeballs out of his kid. All of them are what nightmares are made of. The Vampire, the Werewolf, Jason Vorhees, Bruce the SharkShark reviews, almost any icons of horror, were born from true events or the horrific actions of real men and women.

We are not for everyone. Our site can be depressing. It can be disheartening. It can make you think that we are headed to Hell in a handbasket and your kids are best locked up under your constant supervision. But we consistently try to inform our readers that our subjects featured are the minority of people out there who go through their days managing not to rape a kid. Statistically, we are doing ok in society, regardless of what the news – or our site – is talking about.

We are not trying to scare anyone. We are simply the Cannibal HolocaustCannibal Holocaust reviews of horror blogs. Mixing reality with the fantasy.

Ok, so there ya’ go. What else…um, oh yeah! Something very exciting for me this week was to have my Name That Trauma featured over at Kindertrauma. Name That Trauma is where people can send in questions attempting to figure out things that scared them as kids but that they may no longer remember. I have had two such questons relating to a film and an item. It wasn’t that they scared me as much as they have been stuck in my head and if possible, I wanted to own them both. Well wouldn’t you know – one of their readers got them both. I have told the creators of Kindertrauma before, that if possible, I would make sweet, sweet love to their website. I would even do so for 6 minutes straight – which is two minutes past my average. Now that’s real love, people. So click here to check it out and read the comments to view a scene from a movie that has stuck with me for 30 years and a novelty item that I may have just made even harder for me to obtain as I think a lot of people now want one.

I have not finished reading it yet, so a review is still forthcoming, but our very own swivel has written a book you can buy and enjoy. It details a young American girl who takes a trip to France with her family during 1800’s. There she discovers that she has a rare blood disease and ends up falling in love with the doctor who treats her. I wont giveaway the ending, but it involves werewolves. Wait, that’s my book that resides in my head. Swivel’s book is called Molly Fyde and the Parsona Rescue. He describes the story as being about “ a badass chick having badass adventures across a badass galaxy“. I am on Chapter 17 at the moment, so I am holding off any endorsement aside from stating his description is fairly accurate and I am still reading it (which says a lot). I would have been done by now, but I only read while taking a shit and being sick lately means I have not been eating as much. Now that I feel better, I foresee finishing Molly Fyde this week. Check out the website for more information on the book and the handsome author and how you can get your illiterate ass a copy.

Lastly, we are STILL looking for writers. We have a curse on us – well, the curse actually is with Jaded. See, when we look for people who want to help out with the site, we like to talk with them in person before we let ‘em go. It seems that whenever Jaded talks with anyone, they simply vanish. So either they really, really hate Jaded or they have been killed by a mysterious assassin employed by Danny Vice. But we remain diligent and for those of you who emailed us within the last couple days, we will be back in touch with you. We have been down-and-out a bit and have a lot of correspondence to catch up with. Well, that’s it. I’ll be out for the rest of the evening as I attempt to punch The Joker in the mouth but will be back in full force tomorrow as whoever decided I needed to pay for some of my asshole behavior is now satisfied. And as always, keep up top date with the site and the people behind it on TwitterTwitter, FacebookFacebook, MyspaceMySpace or simply subscribe to our feed if you only want to read about the depravity.