why couldnt they all just be the wet kind?
you know that place between awake and asleep? it can be a very scary place to be:
it started out okay. i was inspecting a house with some people, i think i was planning on buying it. i was really annoyed about one particular part: just off the kitchen, there was a wall with a small cutout. i was thinking, this is so unnecessary, there should either be a complete closed wall or just a wider door opening. i then began to explore the rest of the house. i started walking around thinking, okay this is the living area, this is the den, this room has a bed, therefore it is a bedroom, etc. soon i realized that i was going around in circles but nothing was the same. every room i was entering was new and i couldnt find the front door, my way out. as soon as i thought, something is wrong here, something is wrong with this house, an old man in a striped shirt came running down the stairs towards me. he was moving in that scary movie hyper speed. i knew he was a ghost. he jumped on me and started to strangle me and i couldnt get him off.
heres the thing though: i was conscious that i was 'dreaming' but i couldnt snap out of it. it was so intense and real but i knew it wasnt. i could hear conan o brien introducing james spader on my tv. i could hear them engaging in some funny banter. i could hear richard playing a michael jackson song on his guitar in the room next to me, but i could not get this guy off me. i could feel my eyes moving REM style, i was telling myself to just open my eyes, to just get up, or yell or anything. but nothing. for ten seconds this ghost man in a striped shirt was killing me. quite possibly the worst feeling because i was completely and utterly helpless.
crazy shit.
it started out okay. i was inspecting a house with some people, i think i was planning on buying it. i was really annoyed about one particular part: just off the kitchen, there was a wall with a small cutout. i was thinking, this is so unnecessary, there should either be a complete closed wall or just a wider door opening. i then began to explore the rest of the house. i started walking around thinking, okay this is the living area, this is the den, this room has a bed, therefore it is a bedroom, etc. soon i realized that i was going around in circles but nothing was the same. every room i was entering was new and i couldnt find the front door, my way out. as soon as i thought, something is wrong here, something is wrong with this house, an old man in a striped shirt came running down the stairs towards me. he was moving in that scary movie hyper speed. i knew he was a ghost. he jumped on me and started to strangle me and i couldnt get him off.
heres the thing though: i was conscious that i was 'dreaming' but i couldnt snap out of it. it was so intense and real but i knew it wasnt. i could hear conan o brien introducing james spader on my tv. i could hear them engaging in some funny banter. i could hear richard playing a michael jackson song on his guitar in the room next to me, but i could not get this guy off me. i could feel my eyes moving REM style, i was telling myself to just open my eyes, to just get up, or yell or anything. but nothing. for ten seconds this ghost man in a striped shirt was killing me. quite possibly the worst feeling because i was completely and utterly helpless.
crazy shit.
and youre right richard, its better to close the bedroom door when youre alone at home. it does feel like something is watching you.
fuck this shit, im 22.
im going to go sleep with richie in the living room. hes buff. i hate night terrors.
posted by Al Sal at 4:21 AM
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