It's not Obsession

For whatever reason, Nick Bryant decided I was going to get NO SLEEP last night. And when I say no sleep? I mean that I was checking the clock every 45 minutes, sometimes less.

This man, for NO REASON I CAN FATHOM, sat in my brain (thank you so much, Teresa, go jump in a lake) and... fuckifIknow, did nothing all night long. And get this! The mun for another character was there (that Lucky chick) only SHE looked just like her PB (since I don't even know what she MIGHT look like) and it was all about his suits and shit.

His. CLOTHES.

I think he wanted to hold meaningful convos with the wife of his that lives in MY head, but HELLO, we were trying to sleep. And by GOD, I have NEVER had that happen to me before. Fake people (THAT DON'T EVEN BELONG TO ME) keeping me awake.

And dammit, HE'S REAL. He's a real person. He was just waaaaaaaaandering around. Lookin' all smart and shit in his suits.

Note to self (and T): No more talking about that man's clothes ever again. And I'm not screencapping anymore shieze. NO MORE. *needs drugs, clearly*


EDITED: THIS. He wanted to know if I liked the [LIGHT GREY SUIT] or the [DARK GREY SUIT] better. ARGH!

If you email me and say, "So I had a dream last night that you were doing my mom, and all I could think was, 'well, at least my mom's getting some'", my first thought is NOT going to be "OMG EW!"

It's going to be, "Well, um... is your mom hot?"

Because, hell. At least I was getting some.

PS: Apologies in advance to my sister who has to read this.

So, this afternoon, I took a nap.

And in the nap was a house. And in the house was like, this secret way to get to the attic-place. And I'd been in that secret way to the attic-place before in another dream, right? I think it was in a dream.

Anyway, in my dream today, it was like this cult group was telling me to go up there for some 'rite' or thing (SEX) and it was REALLY SCARY. I remember being absolutely terrified in my dream. Not of this guy, but of these people.

So I went up this secret way to the attic-place which was SO CLAUSTROPHOBIC and then I was in this attic-place which wasn't and this woman, who was the leader of this cult thing, sang this song and though I forget the words (something about chairs and candles?), the tune is still in my head and, no joke, this is why I can't sleep tonight.

I'm scared to go to sleep because of a bad dream I had earlier today.