I once ,may or may not, have watched my dad's face melt off while, possibly or not possibly, tripping balls. Even better was the fact he, may or may not have, been talking about grilling hamburgers.
Admit nothing, deny everything...
"Looking like Nic Cage dressed in Kurt Cobain's closet. I mean that as a compliment" - BillyG
"Too cunty for wine bars, too dainty for real bars." - Anderson
The first time I ever smoked the maryjane I ended up eating an entire bag of chocolate chips, stumbling home, woke up my dad and told him I was dying. Then the shadow people came.
"Looking like Nic Cage dressed in Kurt Cobain's closet. I mean that as a compliment" - BillyG
"Too cunty for wine bars, too dainty for real bars." - Anderson
One of my most messed up dreams is one I've been having since I was about 6 or 7 or so. I'm always a child in the dream and I'm in a hotel hallway. It looks exactly like the hallway from Ghostbusters when Peter first sees Slimer which I have always found extremely wierd, as I started to have the dream before I ever saw that movie. Anyways, I'm in this hallway and it seems to go on forever. I hear my name being called so I start to wander down to the end. Except no matter how fast I walk, I never seem to get anywhere. At the end of the hallway there is an elevator door.
So I keep hearing my voice, and it sounds like my mother's, and I start to have an anxiety attack. As I run faster and faster, I finally start to move and within a split second I'm facing the elevator door. I hear the familiar ding and the doors open wide. Inside is Big Bird. But instead of being a muppet, it's like an actual 7 foot tall bipedal yellow bird. He smiles at me and all of his yellow feathers start to fall to the ground. I scream, nothing comes out, and in my mother's voice he says "Come closer, I just want a hug" I try to turn around but I am stuck. After all of his feathers fallout, blood starts pouring from every pore in his body. I am finally able to move and run away as fast I as I possibly can. I close my eyes, don't look back and just run. I run for what seems like miles and when I finally open my eyes, there he is. He grabs me, laughs his evil Big Bird laugh and I wake up.
Totally fucked up, totally random, and I seem to have it a few time a year since I was a kid....
"Looking like Nic Cage dressed in Kurt Cobain's closet. I mean that as a compliment" - BillyG
"Too cunty for wine bars, too dainty for real bars." - Anderson
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