I’m writing here right now, not with the intention of sounding pitiful or emo, but just because I need to just talk. Idk, I was so excited to move out here but now that I’m here I feel… lonely. I think most of it is my fault though. I seemed to have unknowingly cut myself from all that I love and now what do I have? Nothing really. I guess it may have something to do with the fact that I may be leaving really soon but I just don’t know. I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m just emotionally drained I guess. Don’t listen to me. I guess I’m just scared. Of life. Of losing relationships. Of losing friends. Of being alone. I think I just need a hug. A long hug, in person. That’s all. Fin.
So. Last night I had the most dastardly dream that I’ve had in a long while. You see it all began when I was laying down. While laying down, these images begin to creep through my mind; these images were sneaky, like mind-image-ninjas. They came and infiltrated my mind like Doo-Doo Mamas infiltrate Rosco’s Chicken and Waffles on ‘Free Chicken&Jelly Day’. Most people refer to these Image-Ninjas as “DREAMS”*. Although this was a short one, it left quite the lasting effect on me. You see in this dream, I was shaving my face, nothing unusual. As I shaved, my neck began to bleed (something I’ve always feared would happen) and it bled. As it bled I noticed something white that was slightly poking out of my throat, and being the kind of guy who doesn’t stand for stuff like that, I began to pull it out. HUGE MISTAKE. You see it kept coming and coming and I felt like one of those clowns that keep pulling those colorful scarves out of his hands. But this was no scarve, no, no scarve at all, little did I know, it was my very own INTESTINES! By the time I figured it out, I tried to put it back in, but to no avail. Now I was stuck with this huge string of my very own INTESTINE hanging out of my throat. What do I do? I ask someone to take me to the hospital. Here’s the catch, THE HOSPITAL IS CLOSED! Now I have this bleeding, INTESTINES-filled throat that has become quite the eye-sore. I was terrified. And at the very moment that I realized I was screwed, I said the one thing I always say when I come across this realization: “DAMN”. But not only did I say “DAMN” in the dream world, I said it in the real world as well, via “SLEEP TALKING”! And that was all I needed to wake myself up and leave the retched dream world, to start all over with perhaps another, better dream. Before getting back to sleep, I take my handy Pikachu** and get my cuddle on. Now I was prepared. If any bad dream tried to creep up from behind, Pikachu would be there to have my back, and get his ZAP on. Thanks Pikachu, you saved me buddy. Fin.
*When you read words that are in all caps, imagine them being said by the guy that does movie trailors, or a big booming announcer voice.