From all the latest stress in my life, I actually fell into a schizo-coma nap today for almost a half hour, and I've been heavily affected since I woke up screaming.
i was hanging by the red line in the middle of the ice and got behind the defensemen, and there's the puck sliding slowly ahead of my periscope, sittng perfectly flat on the on the luscious ice waiting just for me to let one rip into the top right corner of the net, or better yet hit the goalie right in the mask and knock him to his withering knees. Or even better yet, shatter the plexiglass with a mighty blow. I've never done that. In the crowd are desirable golden copulations admiring my every bold stride, and as i blaze up the side I crank my illegally curved stick back as far and high as i can reach with all the hopes of achieving the greatness of the above mentioned 3 possibibilities, and out of nowhere I found myself in boxer shorts accompanied by roller skates instead of blades, the puck turned into a badminton birdie, and my tomahawk red "Titan" hockey stick was nowhere to be found and I hear the buzzer go off and i fell like timber and kept sliding as all of a sudden there were no more boards to stop me and I kept falling. I was praying to split my head open on something but it was a windfall of freefall and I awoke with my hands in the air freaking out.
i will probably not sleep tonite, talk about a nightmare. are yours as bad as mine lately? I don't think there's a psychiatrist in the United States that could deal with me right now. He'd say talk, and I'd say for how long?-lol
help!!!!!!
i was hanging by the red line in the middle of the ice and got behind the defensemen, and there's the puck sliding slowly ahead of my periscope, sittng perfectly flat on the on the luscious ice waiting just for me to let one rip into the top right corner of the net, or better yet hit the goalie right in the mask and knock him to his withering knees. Or even better yet, shatter the plexiglass with a mighty blow. I've never done that. In the crowd are desirable golden copulations admiring my every bold stride, and as i blaze up the side I crank my illegally curved stick back as far and high as i can reach with all the hopes of achieving the greatness of the above mentioned 3 possibibilities, and out of nowhere I found myself in boxer shorts accompanied by roller skates instead of blades, the puck turned into a badminton birdie, and my tomahawk red "Titan" hockey stick was nowhere to be found and I hear the buzzer go off and i fell like timber and kept sliding as all of a sudden there were no more boards to stop me and I kept falling. I was praying to split my head open on something but it was a windfall of freefall and I awoke with my hands in the air freaking out.
i will probably not sleep tonite, talk about a nightmare. are yours as bad as mine lately? I don't think there's a psychiatrist in the United States that could deal with me right now. He'd say talk, and I'd say for how long?-lol
help!!!!!!
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