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Feb. 23rd, 2001 11:07 amHow not to sleep.
Don't go to bed at midnight, and have a dream about getting into your car on a snowy night, only to see a mysterious figure looming outside your driverside window. Don't try to look at it, as it works its way back to your car and opens your rear door.... then wake up at 12:35.
Don't dream about visiting the zoo and watching the monkeys. they will just start throwing shit at you; first one then all of them. Then they will break out of their cages, along with all the other animals, and start eating people. Climb up a tree? Monkeys can climb too, as can snakes. And you'll wake up at 2:13 feeling sore and anxious.
Whatever you do, don't wake up in your grandfather's bed, and look around for your clothes so you can go to work. Don't look in the mirror, and see a mask staring back at you. If you can, look away and dont... looook.... baaaaaaaccckkk..... as your body freezes up in that horrible slow motion state between consciousness and dream where you feel like you're being pressed to death, and the mask is moving.... and you wait up sweating even though your room is freezing, at 5:41 in the morning.
After nights like that, it's best to call in to work and tell them you are sick. Which is what I should have done. Yet here I sit, typing away.
Don't go to bed at midnight, and have a dream about getting into your car on a snowy night, only to see a mysterious figure looming outside your driverside window. Don't try to look at it, as it works its way back to your car and opens your rear door.... then wake up at 12:35.
Don't dream about visiting the zoo and watching the monkeys. they will just start throwing shit at you; first one then all of them. Then they will break out of their cages, along with all the other animals, and start eating people. Climb up a tree? Monkeys can climb too, as can snakes. And you'll wake up at 2:13 feeling sore and anxious.
Whatever you do, don't wake up in your grandfather's bed, and look around for your clothes so you can go to work. Don't look in the mirror, and see a mask staring back at you. If you can, look away and dont... looook.... baaaaaaaccckkk..... as your body freezes up in that horrible slow motion state between consciousness and dream where you feel like you're being pressed to death, and the mask is moving.... and you wait up sweating even though your room is freezing, at 5:41 in the morning.
After nights like that, it's best to call in to work and tell them you are sick. Which is what I should have done. Yet here I sit, typing away.
