THE PAINT MAN
Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 3:19:08 am"ok so when i was like... probably the ages of 3-5... i lived in this little old white house and it wasn't anything spectacular and some parts weren't as put together in places but it's the place i attribute my childhood to.. so that's really neat. but anyway my family always thought the house was haunted... we'd have drawers pull open or always just have really weird visual or auditory things happening... i remember waking up and looking on the floor next to me and thinking i saw a rose or something... but it wasn't actually there after i blinked a few times.
but anyway... the PAINT MAN. was this guy... i think he was probably... i'd say a total of... a foot and a half tall. his clothes were pastel yellow and white and he basically looked identical to that mario picture... but was an actual sentient being in my dreams. it's just that his costume was, like i said, pastel yellow and white. pastel yellow overalls and a white undershirt. he carried around a paint palette on his left hand that had a lot of paint on it or whatever... like an artist. that's why he was the paint man.
anyway, i remember seeing him a lot in my dreams but as i've grown older there's only one experience that i can remember distinctly. but.. i was probably 5 years old. and my mom's room was a bedroom off of the hallway that connected the kitchen to the living room. so for some reason i was in there taking a nap that day and in my dream... i was in a supermarket. all the aisles were pretty bare... like just white shelves. but people were pushing around carts... anyway. the paint man was there. and i had a shopping cart that i was pushing around the aisles. and the paint man was after me! i don't know the reason, but i knew that the paint man had been going around the store too and throwing globs of paint on people... and when the glob of paint hit them, they died. he wasn't after me at first but once he saw me he started to come after me... so i started to run with my buggy down the aisles... and then i woke up before the dream resolved, of course. because i was very scared.
anyway, directly above me was a circular light that lit the room... like one of those where the lightbulb is horizontal and there's a translucent dome covering it. anyway, when i opened my eyes... i saw the color wheel (which i'd just started learning about in art class at school) spinning around the light.... and when i turned my head to look at the doorway (which didn't have a door, for whatever reason... or if it did, the door was open) i saw the paint man... translucent but more opaque than not... and he was just peaking around the edge of the door, basically with one leg out and both hands wrapped around the side of the doorway. only a foot and a half tall... probably less now that i'm visualizing it... but he laughed and then ran away. and then i never saw him in my dreams again... but that was the paint man "
but anyway... the PAINT MAN. was this guy... i think he was probably... i'd say a total of... a foot and a half tall. his clothes were pastel yellow and white and he basically looked identical to that mario picture... but was an actual sentient being in my dreams. it's just that his costume was, like i said, pastel yellow and white. pastel yellow overalls and a white undershirt. he carried around a paint palette on his left hand that had a lot of paint on it or whatever... like an artist. that's why he was the paint man.
anyway, i remember seeing him a lot in my dreams but as i've grown older there's only one experience that i can remember distinctly. but.. i was probably 5 years old. and my mom's room was a bedroom off of the hallway that connected the kitchen to the living room. so for some reason i was in there taking a nap that day and in my dream... i was in a supermarket. all the aisles were pretty bare... like just white shelves. but people were pushing around carts... anyway. the paint man was there. and i had a shopping cart that i was pushing around the aisles. and the paint man was after me! i don't know the reason, but i knew that the paint man had been going around the store too and throwing globs of paint on people... and when the glob of paint hit them, they died. he wasn't after me at first but once he saw me he started to come after me... so i started to run with my buggy down the aisles... and then i woke up before the dream resolved, of course. because i was very scared.
anyway, directly above me was a circular light that lit the room... like one of those where the lightbulb is horizontal and there's a translucent dome covering it. anyway, when i opened my eyes... i saw the color wheel (which i'd just started learning about in art class at school) spinning around the light.... and when i turned my head to look at the doorway (which didn't have a door, for whatever reason... or if it did, the door was open) i saw the paint man... translucent but more opaque than not... and he was just peaking around the edge of the door, basically with one leg out and both hands wrapped around the side of the doorway. only a foot and a half tall... probably less now that i'm visualizing it... but he laughed and then ran away. and then i never saw him in my dreams again... but that was the paint man "