Dreams

This summer when i came from work i was exhausted. So i went to lie down and i fell asleep.

I started dreaming and some things came into the house and took me away...dont know what happened then.
Then somethin uber weird happens...I kinda like slid to awakened state but i couldnt move and i felt VERY SCARED...it was fuckin freaky i couldnt move a muscle and it felt like somethin was wrong then i slid back into my dream this time i was being kept somewhere:lol: dunno where:erk: There were like ppl guarding the place then i slid back into awakened state AGAIN!! Then i seriously tried to wake up and mvoe but my eyes were forced shut again...then the next 2 tiems it happened again but i was tortured and shit. I have no idea what it was but the "not able to move" part freaked me out and i was really sick feeling when i woke up. Dunno if all that was a big dream but i dont think so since when i was "awake" i could hear my phone alarming that the battery would die soon...:erk:

EDIT: so yeah pretty scary...fuckin lying awake but rest of body sleeping.
you have suffered from sleep paralysis. But I didnt know it could happen so many times in one night.
 
I've had some pretty insane dreams these past few nights. I can't remember in sequence or by night, but I remember these details:

Nikki married Henkka, Chris gave Henkka a bloody nose, Henkka whined and threw a fit, Nikki ran off with Chris. Daniel drove, I giggled, Nikki and Chris were confused and yet excited in the back seat. I don't know where we took them. Nikki was wearing blue and white.

I snuck Sharlee and Mike backstage at the Danzig show at the Factory (next Wednesday) and hid them (like hiding Sharlee's easy) when my boss and co-workers would walk by. I got hit on (as usual) by the scum security (a few will be fired very soon), Sharlee fucked up one dude by lifting him by his neck and threatening to beat him with his bass. Mike took out another by karate chopping his balls and bitch slapping him with giggles in between... it ended with "YOuu Arreee PWNED!!! HEHEHEH"

I was on a plane with Daniel and Angela, going to Norway (???). Nikki was hidden in my carry-on, Phil was in a doggy costume and caged in cargo. :p

Bodom, AE and HIM were all at my (very small) apartment in West Philly. We had dinner and lots of wine. There was a cheesecake fight (Ville, Mike and Roope), pillow fight (Alexi, Nikki, Janne and Angela), competition to see who could do a backflip off the second floor roof (Sharlee, Mike (again), Jaska, Alexi (not good), Daniel and Phil (omg not good). Phil decided it would be a good idea to take Chris, Roope, all of the HIM flamers, a very drunk Janne and Jaska out for a walk in deep West Philly around the drug hot spots. Chris bought some weed laced with some other designer shit for the AE peeps, Jaska and Janne ran to the closest playground, Roope harrassed Ville for flirting on the phone with Davey Havoc (AFI's singer)... Phil sat and watched.

This happened over several dreams in one night. It all ended with Nikki wrestling with Chris, Henkka cooking some Finnish dish with hip hop in the background, Phil and Alexi trying to flirt with Angela and Sharlee and Mike yelling "go! go! go! go! dooo it! dooo it!" while Daniel stumbled over to me like a drunktard and handed me one of my own rings and asked if I'd teach him how to read astrological charts and show him "alllll there is tooo knowww about err Aquariusss :D". Roope passed out just after escorting the HIM dudes out to the badlands, leaving them there to wither in their misery. He made some thug friends who dug his 80's style. They walked him back. They gave me some designer and not-so-designer substances... I dropped a happy pill in Nikki and Angela's drinks for fun :)


Last one:

I was at my first ICP show, was harrassed by security, set up stage, fixed costumes, covered set and venue in black plastic, set up dressing rooms and got soaked in Flaygo (cheap ass rootbeer), makeup, confetti, silly string and glitter by ICP's stage show.

Oh wait- that was work last night. Woohooo. I'm fuckin glad I'm not cleaning crew. The ENTIRE venue was soaked in soda and filth. Puddles of shit everywhere. The stage was dripping soda down to the hot wires. A circuit almost blew. The Factory is the only venue in Philly which hasn't banned ICP. They got fucking $23,000 last night. Stupid like whoa.

Tomorrow I work Bad Religion, Thursday I'll see Rodrigo Y Gabriela and Friday is Spoon. Not much metal this week.