Lucid nightmare, June, 2013. My mouth fills up with broken teeth, crackling and salty, I spit them out and hundreds of teeth fall to the floor which then turn into a bunch of fast crawling bugs. A super sexy brunette woman is on her knees screaming at me and I can’t concentrate and I tell her to shut up so I can think of what to do. I keep telling myself to wake up, “just wake up, just wake up” but it doesn’t work. I panic and start yelling at the girl to stop screaming at me and that’s when it gets pretty scary. The bugs are all over my body chewing on my skin and face, I’m looking over at the woman who now is on the bed with her business advertised and I really want to have sex with her but she’s too far across the room. I’m helpless, I can’t breathe. I’m emasculated, embarrassed, about to die and I cannot make myself wake up. On the fourth or fifth “just wake up” I finally awake, drenched in sweat and nearly hyperventilating. I’ve thrown sheet and blanket to the floor and I’m trembling in my bed in the middle of the night.
Last couple days have been nightmare city and I can honestly say that for the first time in my life I truly am not stoked to hit the sack.
No more refrigerator pillaging after 10.