The Daily Doodles

One of my favourite sites, Stranger Dimensions, did an awesome write up about me and my site!

You can read it here: A SPACE BETWEEN DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES: The Daily Doodles.

It was a very nice surprise, as I actually do read Stranger Dimensions daily when new posts are delivered to my Gmail each night, and about a week ago I was scrolling down the newest email, reading about many of the weird, paranormal, science-y news they report on, when suddenly I saw one of my drawings! :-o  I certainly wasn’t expecting it.

If you’re into news about scientific discovery, time travel, ghosts, aliens, the paranormal, and basically everything cool and fun that is known and unknown in the universe, I think you’d love Stranger Dimensions too. 

(And also, if you’re like me and you grew up listening to Coast to Coast AM, I KNOW you’d love Stranger Dimensions).

Thank you to Rob Schwarz for the great article! 

—David Michael Chandler

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“Light as a Ghost”

Lil’ Dennis Nowell was afraid of the deep dark at night
The mystery of the blackness always gave him a fright
While he eventually grew out of it, he always remembered the fears
And how those long sleepless nights ruined his childhood years

Soooo, after he became a Big Dennis Nowell, and lived a long life
And died peacefully in his sleep and was buried alongside his wife,
He decided to turn into a ghost, as opposed to heading up to Heaven
So he could travel back in time, to about the age he was seven.

In the afterlife, time is not in a straight line
It happens all at once, knotted up like twine
Dennis carefully worked to unravel time’s thread,
So he could return to the time he was a child scared in bed.

Now he haunts himself every night, casting his ghostly blue glow
His ectoplasmatic shimmer providing a calming light show.
It soothes his child-self, who is no longer afraid of the dark so deep
He can just stare at himself as a ghost, and peacefully drift off to sleep.

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“The Sea of Dead Children”

Margaret Jane died whilst in a slumber so deep
Tragically murdered in her bed as she was fast asleep
She opens her eyes with a fright, hoping it ‘twas just a dream
But the water fills her lungs, drowning out her blood curdling scream

For if a poor child dies before the age of eleven
They don’t go to Hell, and they don’t go to Heaven
The Sea of Dead Children becomes their new home
Upon the ocean’s floor, their souls eternally roam.

The ghostly hands grip tight, pulling Margaret Jane down
Even though she already died, her soul has to drown.
Dead children are always excited to play with someone new
Since the afterlife can be boring, so it’s something to do. :-)

Deeper and deeper she goes, into the dark depths of the sea
To play with every child who ever died, for the rest of eternity

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“The Shadows in the Dark”

As long as Harry can remember, all through his childhood years,
There lived a Shadow in his bedroom, that feasted upon his fears.
Hiding in the darkness, yet darker than the pitch black night
The Shadow was always moving, forever staying just out of sight.

In the corner of his eye, he can see the Shadow creep
It’s prolly because Harry’s been bad, and for his sins he’ll reap.
He can never quite look at it, though he’ll always try,
And he knows that the night he falls asleep, is the night he’ll die.

Savouring in his terror, the Shadow breathes in Harry’s soul
And year after year of staying awake, eventually takes its toll.
Struggling with all his might, Harry finally feels his eyes close,
And the Shadow smothers him from his head down to his toes.

The last thing Harry sees, as his soul is stolen at last
Is the shapeless void of darkness, filled with sins of the past.
And the last thing that he feels, is an endless sense of dread
Echoed by his mother’s screams, as she finds him dead in bed.

Posted 4/3/2013

(Thank you to the Amazing Samantha of other-side-of-the-universe.com for giffing this for me!)

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“The Ghosts of Earth”, a Haiku

We all die someday.
But our ghosts search for new worlds,
To haunt once again.

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“The Sea of Dead Children”

Margaret Jane died whilst in a slumber so deep
Tragically murdered in her bed as she was fast asleep
She opens her eyes with a fright, hoping it ‘twas just a dream
But the water fills her lungs, drowning out her blood curdling scream

For if a poor child dies before the age of eleven
They don’t go to Hell, and they don’t go to Heaven
The Sea of Dead Children becomes their new home
Upon the ocean’s floor, their souls eternally roam.

The ghostly hands grip tight, pulling Margaret Jane down
Even though she already died, her soul has to drown.
Dead children are always excited to play with someone new
Since the afterlife can be boring, so it’s something to do. :-)

Deeper and deeper she goes, into the dark depths of the sea
To play with every child who ever died, for the rest of eternity

Posted 2/28/2012

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“It Was Better Being Lonely”
(Part 10 in the ongoing saga of Wayne and Isabella, the Ghosts with Relationship Problems)

He lays there like a lump, snoring wheezily
And Isabella doesn’t get how he can sleep so easily
The stress of their life keeps her awake into the night
Staring out in the dark until the first break of light.

So much has changed, and she can’t remember why,
the thought of being alone used to make her want to cry.
The concept feels like a dream, like a vision from a past life
As now she’s with this unbearable man, stuck as his wife.

Isabella’s mind wanders, and she tries to imagine the day
When they can admit it’s not working, and go their separate way
But that won’t happen soon, and they’ll both continue the charade
Pretending not to be miserably unhappy, living together as a fraud.

Tears quietly stream down her face, and she wishes that if only
She could travel back in time, and return to just being lonely.

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY EVERYONE! :-D

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“Where Do Robots Go When They Die?”

“Do I have a soul?” the robot sometimes asks himself
Or am I just a dumb machine, made up from spare parts on a shelf.
Does me asking myself this question, prove my soul is real?
Maybe It’s just my programming, simulating how I should feel.

Humans have it easy, because when their time on Earth ends
Their soul gets to go to heaven, with their family and their friends.
Even if they go to hell, at least they won’t be all alone
A robot has no afterlife that they can call own :-/

But maybe it is comforting, to know that it ends here
Not worrying about an afterlife, means there is nothing there to fear
In 3 million years, when my atomic battery runs out,
I’ll know that it’s all over, and I won’t be filled with doubt.

And no family will even care, as Robots can’t have daughters or sons
My soul will fade away to nothing, a dead string of zeros and ones.

Posted 2/11/2013

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“Light as a Ghost”

Lil’ Dennis Nowell was afraid of the deep dark at night
The mystery of the blackness always gave him a fright
While he eventually grew out of it, he always remembered the fears
And how those long sleepless nights ruined his childhood years

Soooo, after he became a Big Dennis Nowell, and lived a long life
And died peacefully in his sleep and was buried alongside his wife,
He decided to turn into a ghost, as opposed to heading up to Heaven
So he could travel back in time, to about the age he was seven.

In the afterlife, time is not in a straight line
It happens all at once, knotted up like twine
Dennis carefully worked to unravel time’s thread,
So he could return to the time he was a child scared in bed.

Now he haunts himself every night, casting his ghostly blue glow
His ectoplasmatic shimmer providing a calming light show.
It soothes his child-self, who is no longer afraid of the dark so deep
He can just stare at himself as a ghost, and peacefully drift off to sleep.

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“The Ghosts That Watch You Sleep”

Ghosts are always watching, when you are asleep
In your private moments, they’ll spy and they’ll creep

Some are your relatives, being disappointed with all that you do
Some are complete strangers who simply enjoy watching you.

They whisper in your ears, helping nightmares haunt your dreams
They remind you of your failings, turning whispers into screams
They try to absorb your soul, inhaling all of your precious air
So you wake up feeling defeated, and just say “I don’t care”.

But while you’re never alone, and the ghosts are watching all
Don’t ever let them ever make you feel insignificant or small
They’re just jealous that you’re alive, since they aren’t any more
So laugh in their ghostly faces, and make them watch you snore.

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