I'm a weird sleeper. I sleep hard and soundly. It usually takes me forever to actually fall asleep and if you wake me up during my 'doze off' period... I'm usually wide awake for hours. Sometimes, it might be a phone call that wakes me or a ding from a text, Chris may be tossing and turning or sleep-talking, the cat might try and lay on my head...
Then there are those weird occurrences...
... when I am in that about-to-fall-asleep time, when your mind settles down and you find that perfect spot, when the pillow is perfectly cool, and the world seems to have quieted...
Images flash through my head. Quick, brief images as if I were clicking swiftly through a viewmaster.
Oh, you're too young to know what that is? Example:
|Pretty much the best thing ever. EVER.|
They don't bring me comfort or serenity or calmness... but rather evoke feelings that create this face:
I'm sure there is a perfectly sensible explanation for these momentary glimpses... but quite frankly I don't care enough to Google it and have come to embrace this 'nother notch on the odd belt.
The very first one I remember was more of a .GIF in my head. Motion = fancy.
|....and he's rolling around in this stuff. Like, if you could frolic while laying down... this would be the place to do it.|
Yes. Marijuana. So you understand now why he is so happy.
WHY WOULD THAT EVER ENTER MY MIND? Seriously. I get that I'm weird. But what the heck?
And just like that... it's gone. Just a fleeting flash of WTF.
The next one I remember was another .GIF file, in the file backup of Erika's brain. Quick and fleeting, but more of a storyline of sorts, on fast forward. This one must have been the start of a dream, but my subconscious cut it off.
Did you ever see The Birds? It's a movie, for you youngsters, that's about a bunch of birds, taking over... pecking and taking names. It may sound lame, but birds are terrifying and don't you forget it.
So in this snip-it... I've assumed the role of Tippi Hedren and I run up this bird infested porch, like a bad-A... and go check on the old man (whoever he was) - but uh oh, he's gotten his eyes pecked out while in his pajamas. Good morning to you too. Just Googling for an image and seeing him gave me the willies so enjoy this tamer photo of the playground birds.
I've had TONS more through the years, but can't remember them. I'd give anything if I had kept a journal of them. Like a dream journal, but for crazies.
I hadn't had any in quite some time until this week.
Sunday night, in pictures...
Pretty much the most racist insects ever. (Yes, I know a spider is an arachnid... get over yourself.)
But there was a spider and mosquito hanging out together--- obvious friends (which is so not real life) and they had napsacks on sticks and wore outfits like Bojangles up there with Shirley Temple and I think were whistlin' Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah... and it was an explosion of awesome, offended, confusion.
Monday night? No motion files... just a .JPEG flash of terror.
Picture it. Two juggalos, like:
|Definition: Juggalo (feminine Juggalette) is a name given to fans of Insane Clown Posse or any other Psychopathic Records hip hop group. Juggalos have developed their own idioms, slang and characteristics.|
Yeah, creepy enough as is, but let's add some laser demon eyes for the heck of it: