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SO BASICALLY
Youve got three idiots who have out of body (literally) experiences when they dream who look like starry blobs (sleep paralysis demons) to other people but norm...
~"Goodnight dickhead,' my brother called from across our house and I shouted 'eat ass' back. This was pretty much our nightly routine. Eat, kick each other in the shins to beat the other at just dance, stare at our turtle, go upstairs, scream profanities at each other, and go the hell to bed.~
~I honestly wouldn't have it any other way. ~
~Except.. there was just one problem. ~
~Unbeknownst to him, I began an extra step tonight..~
As I settled into bed, my lashes now discarded and hair tied up, I flopped onto my bed next to my dog, pure darkness cloaked my walls. God, I could've sworn I left my lamp on, oh well! Sucks to suck.
I turned over, gave my dog a little smooch on the head (because I love her) and drifted off to sleep. Not even five minutes later I jolted awake, panicked and afraid and took a moment to calm down. Was I awake or dreaming? How can I safely test this without killing myself?
I gave myself a quick slap to the face. No pain. Although, that could just be my hand falling asleep. I looked down at it and it morphed around like an amorphous blob. Oh dear. That's not good. I turned back around and suddenly my dog had three heads, no two. Seven eyes? Whatever.
Sometimes my vision likes to fuck itself up when I sleep, so this could just a product of that. Yupyup. I'm totally not asleep. Now what time is it..
Just like I would when I wake up every night, I turn over to look at the clock and..
oh.
well that's not good.
Either the clock was going counter clockwise or just wasn't a clock at all but WOOWEE! That wasn't supposed to happen!
"OooOH.. oh DAEeAr.." My voice warbled and resonated in my ears like it wasn't my own. This scared me.. so I decided to do it again.
"HeeLO?"
"iiI'M a RaGGinG HommOsExuAL."
'Yes, you are.'
I jumped at the other voice and looked around frantically. Nobody. God, it did sound a lot like me though.
I rose gingerly to my feet and took into account the floating sensation I experienced when I did as I stumbled and tripped over to my (conveniently) open window. I looked down and outside. The streets were still filled. The crackhead on the corner still told stories about when he was a background dancer for Michael Jackson's 'Thriller,' and the train still scared the absolute shit out of my when it decided to blare it's goddamn horn at 9 pm.
