OMG i almost forgot

Okay so i was just chillin and reading other peoples blogs... instead of working of course, which reminds me ... how have they not fired me yet?

anyway, as i was reading another persons blog about a weird dream, i remembered MY WEIRD DREAM! that i meant to make a blog post about cuz this shit is scary.
and i of course want to share my demented imagination with you all!

okay my brain is constantly making up stories. i guess this is why i wanna be a writer cuz i need to get that crazy stuff out of my brain somehow! people say i have my head in the clouds all the time but they cant see whats going on in here ! its like movie reels or something. someone will say something or look a certain way at me and BAM a whole story line, character plots and different endings will come to me and ill sit there watching them until the images are done and i think " i should write that down!!!" but i dont.. cuz im an idiot!

so when i sleep my imagination is even more instense.. is this making me sound crazy? cuz im totally not!

My dreams will actually be an ENTIRE movie that i dont want to get out of cuz i cant wait to figure out how it ends... but this particular Saturday night was different. it wasn't so much a whole story as one very very frightening scene!

SO i was lying in bed Saturday night reading.. the book by the way was "Something Borrowed" by emily griffith i think? amazing book!

so I'm just at the end of a very sweet love scene when something catches my eye in the mirror in my room. but when i went for closer inspection... nothing was there. so whatever i figured it was an eyelash in my eye and continued to read. Once i was done and thoroughly satisfied with my non realistic happy ending i went to sleepy land.

and here is where the dream comes in... i believe somewhere in the back of my head whatever flashed in the corner of my eye in the mirror that night probably scared me sub consciously resulting in whatever this is:

Im in my bed and theres banging coming from outside. so i start to wonder if i locked the doors but im positive that i have so i try and relax and go to sleep. then i hear footsteps so i look over to the door and it slowly creeps open. then everything go in fast forward sorta. like something zooms in the room and freezes in its spot and its a man with red rimmed glasses. then it speeds up to me and freezes right next to my bed but at my eye level so it must of been kneeling... and turns its head slightly to the side, the guys glasses are just like mirrors and they are reflecting me lying on my bed. then it starts feeding me pills and bottle caps off the floor and the whole scene gets blurry and foggy and i hear my mother screaming in the back ground!!!

okay so heres the creepy part as if thats not fucked up as it is. i actually woke myself up. in the middle of my dream i could feel myself trying to open my eyes. i attempted it a few times and everytime i did the man kept saying. " stay.. stay" so i finally get my eyes open and look at the clock... 3:20am.

needless to say i almost shat myself. i left the lights on in my room and did not fall back to sleep until 5am. i was determined NOT to sleep!
intense right?

so i call my sis the next day and tell her the dream and her response?

Lex: " maybe its cuz you havent cleaned your damn room for weeks and this man is trying to feed you garbage in an attempt to help you tidy that shit up!"

right you are lex.. right.you.are! i on the other hand am gonna say no more hummus before bed for me!