Thursday, September 29, 2005

Residual Income.

Tentacles of fear grip me. I cannot move, or breath. My throat restricts and eyes burn. I can feel the pressure inside my lungs, my stomach churns and I feel sick. It becomes more than I can take. Blackness overtakes me quickly, my world is spinning out of control, flashes of light explode behind my eyelids as sweat rolls down my cheeks.

So i burp..ahhh

Thats better.

As my world slowly returns, I kick the wall beside my bed. These nightmares are getting out of control. It was about 3 months ago when it all started happening.. mild at first, mainly gummybear attacks and pinpricks.. But as the nights go by they get more and more intense... well you read for yourself! Its affecting my beauty sleep now and I've gotta do something about it. There's really only one thing I can do.

The age old cure -all. The little bacteria will get into my body and fight the evil nightmaremakermen! I know. Its a drastic step, but I'm at my wits end! I've tried to holdout but my strength is fading and I can't hold up much longer......

Day fades to night, my stomach is full of various flavors of yogurt that I've been devouring all day. My plan will work, No longer will I awake in the middle of thie night, frozen in terror, horrific images of scotch tape and hole ridden socks vivid in my mind, I will not stand for it! I am a man! I deserve to have control over my rem cycles and when sleep is in order gosh darnit I'm gonna sleep!!!!

3am My stomach rumbles, I dash out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, almost not making it there before hiroshima explodes.. If its not nightmares its something else..

You just can't win.

Man I'm bored.

1 comment:

thedeviluno said...

Have you tried smoking Weed? If so have you smoked too much or not enough? Paranoia is my constant companion....I feel your pain.