Today is: A good day to grab a squirrel and shake him until his nuts drop.
Yeah. That's it...
Anyway, haven't been getting much sleep. At least, not any good sleep, and then the days I do get to sleep, all my dreams are set in this same little small town that almost all my dreams ever seem to be set in anymore. Not that I mind, mind you, after all the residents of this town and I are becoming pretty close.
The weird part is when I dream it's the same town, but in various time periods and realities. One night, it'll be in Present time with malls and elevators and such, then the next time it will be set in a sort of 20's-era setting, but always with modern speech and all the people are the same, and still other times the one central building can be anything from a mall with impossibly steep escalators to an airport to an unnecessarily large sort of drugstore.
Sometimes, I can sort of fly somewhat. Not very well, but more like Mr. Hinkley in Greatest American Hero. Anyway, lately it seems like the friends I've made in my dreams seem to be dragging me with them, so as to get me to follow them like they're trying to get me away from some sort of danger, and at the same time in my real life, I seem to almost have two versions of my personality. One, good and happy and content, and the other mean, angry and hostile towards other people.
Now, I'm not talking in terms of one minute I'm happy and something happens to make me upset and I lose my temper. Oh, no, I mean more like one minute I'm Jekyll and the next minute I'm Hyde. Happy and content, and in a moment I'm flying off the handle apparently punching walls until my knuckles bleed. I say apparently because when I'm "Hyde" I only remember very small snippets of what happens as Hyde and then later I'm fine.
Of course, this is after I've thoroughly freaked out everyone around by my new other self and they try to understand whgat the hell happened and try their best to tell me all about it later.
Something is hiding out in my head. The town in my dreams hasn't been quite the same lately. The elevators in the buildings are rickety and falling apart, the escalators turn on and off randomly and don't even get me started at how creepy the department store mannequins have become.
Anyway, I guess what I'm saying is, "I want my quaint, albeit, strange little town back!"
If the town is mirroring the condition of my mental state, then I'm afraid all Hell is about to break loose, for the residents of the town and everybody in my real life. The bad thing is it's bound to make Silent Hill look like Heaven on Earth.
Deep Thought Of The Day: They're whispering his name through this disappearing land, But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
Yeah. That's it...
Anyway, haven't been getting much sleep. At least, not any good sleep, and then the days I do get to sleep, all my dreams are set in this same little small town that almost all my dreams ever seem to be set in anymore. Not that I mind, mind you, after all the residents of this town and I are becoming pretty close.
The weird part is when I dream it's the same town, but in various time periods and realities. One night, it'll be in Present time with malls and elevators and such, then the next time it will be set in a sort of 20's-era setting, but always with modern speech and all the people are the same, and still other times the one central building can be anything from a mall with impossibly steep escalators to an airport to an unnecessarily large sort of drugstore.
Sometimes, I can sort of fly somewhat. Not very well, but more like Mr. Hinkley in Greatest American Hero. Anyway, lately it seems like the friends I've made in my dreams seem to be dragging me with them, so as to get me to follow them like they're trying to get me away from some sort of danger, and at the same time in my real life, I seem to almost have two versions of my personality. One, good and happy and content, and the other mean, angry and hostile towards other people.
Now, I'm not talking in terms of one minute I'm happy and something happens to make me upset and I lose my temper. Oh, no, I mean more like one minute I'm Jekyll and the next minute I'm Hyde. Happy and content, and in a moment I'm flying off the handle apparently punching walls until my knuckles bleed. I say apparently because when I'm "Hyde" I only remember very small snippets of what happens as Hyde and then later I'm fine.
Of course, this is after I've thoroughly freaked out everyone around by my new other self and they try to understand whgat the hell happened and try their best to tell me all about it later.
Something is hiding out in my head. The town in my dreams hasn't been quite the same lately. The elevators in the buildings are rickety and falling apart, the escalators turn on and off randomly and don't even get me started at how creepy the department store mannequins have become.
Anyway, I guess what I'm saying is, "I want my quaint, albeit, strange little town back!"
If the town is mirroring the condition of my mental state, then I'm afraid all Hell is about to break loose, for the residents of the town and everybody in my real life. The bad thing is it's bound to make Silent Hill look like Heaven on Earth.
Deep Thought Of The Day: They're whispering his name through this disappearing land, But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
