I just had the most fucked up dream ever.
Worst than the dead forrest dream.
Worst than the Brian Warner demon lord dream.
Worst than Nigh Hag syndrome.
Ever had a dream based soley on your environment and position of your body?
Let's look at the facts shall we...
1. My SG book was next to my bed.
2. I feel asleep sitting up. Work up bent sideways.
3. I had bitten my lip during the dream.
4. My arm hurt after I woke up.
5. I'm dizzy as all hell.
Now the dream:
I dreamt that my dad was watching Cops like he always is. But, this time it was unusually graphic. More like Cops: too hot for tv.
All these black men and asian women had been shot in the head. Bodies scattered as far as the eye could see. No blurs, just gore. Amongst all that, all these beautiful blasian babies where just crawling around the cops, happy as little biracial clams.
So Cops goes off and the next show is this doctumentary about Suicidegirls. I was really freaked out that somebody would see it for some reason and I hurried up and tried to change the channel.
Out of nowhere I got really dizzy and felt like I was loosing control over my body. I con't control the remote control. Some how I managed to change the channel using the buttons on the tv.I still wanted to see the show so I taped it. Or rather tried to tape it.
So I hear a crack in my nose and rather than my nose hurting the inside of my mouth really hurt. So I try to get the bathroom and I'm kinda walking side ways like I can't straigten my body out from bending over to put a tape in the vcr. I look at the the potty and there's a hershey log in it so I look into the mirror and little pieces of neon pink plastic fall into the sink. I look at my nose and where my CBR for my septum usually is when it's flipped up, is replaced by this jagged ass piece of neon pink plastic. The inside of my nose is all chewed up and bleeding.
So I go to find another captive bead to put in and I'm still dizzy as fuck, like i've been drugged, trying to get up the stairs. I stop and look at the tv and the SG doc is back on and Reagan and Erin are all wierd and high on acid, with all these kooky colors swirling in the background, while another SG (I can't recall who) is talking about the first series of SG action figures they made.
Then my arm starts to hurt like I slammed into something.
Then I woke up. And it sucked.
I'm still groggy and sore from bitting my lips and sleeping on my arm.
Worst than the dead forrest dream.
Worst than the Brian Warner demon lord dream.
Worst than Nigh Hag syndrome.
Ever had a dream based soley on your environment and position of your body?
Let's look at the facts shall we...
1. My SG book was next to my bed.
2. I feel asleep sitting up. Work up bent sideways.
3. I had bitten my lip during the dream.
4. My arm hurt after I woke up.
5. I'm dizzy as all hell.
Now the dream:
I dreamt that my dad was watching Cops like he always is. But, this time it was unusually graphic. More like Cops: too hot for tv.
All these black men and asian women had been shot in the head. Bodies scattered as far as the eye could see. No blurs, just gore. Amongst all that, all these beautiful blasian babies where just crawling around the cops, happy as little biracial clams.
So Cops goes off and the next show is this doctumentary about Suicidegirls. I was really freaked out that somebody would see it for some reason and I hurried up and tried to change the channel.
Out of nowhere I got really dizzy and felt like I was loosing control over my body. I con't control the remote control. Some how I managed to change the channel using the buttons on the tv.I still wanted to see the show so I taped it. Or rather tried to tape it.
So I hear a crack in my nose and rather than my nose hurting the inside of my mouth really hurt. So I try to get the bathroom and I'm kinda walking side ways like I can't straigten my body out from bending over to put a tape in the vcr. I look at the the potty and there's a hershey log in it so I look into the mirror and little pieces of neon pink plastic fall into the sink. I look at my nose and where my CBR for my septum usually is when it's flipped up, is replaced by this jagged ass piece of neon pink plastic. The inside of my nose is all chewed up and bleeding.
So I go to find another captive bead to put in and I'm still dizzy as fuck, like i've been drugged, trying to get up the stairs. I stop and look at the tv and the SG doc is back on and Reagan and Erin are all wierd and high on acid, with all these kooky colors swirling in the background, while another SG (I can't recall who) is talking about the first series of SG action figures they made.
Then my arm starts to hurt like I slammed into something.
Then I woke up. And it sucked.
I'm still groggy and sore from bitting my lips and sleeping on my arm.
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Please stop eating rotten fruit before beddy-bye!