Wednesday, October 1, 2014

crowmygod:

I have only experienced sleep paralysis on a few occasions but two of the times that it has happened I have seen shadow people. Shadow people are exactly what they sound like, they take the shape of people but they’re shadow colored.

The first time was a few years ago and I awoke and saw a shadow person standing upright at the edge of my bed with his arms stretched out in front of him, over me. I thought it was the creepiest thing ever.

But last night it happened again and it was even creepier. I woke up in the night experiencing sleep paralysis and a shadow person was kneeling at the edge of my bed. Its forearm was resting by my side (I was on my back) and it was leaning over me with its other arm on my other side, doing something like tickling my ribs. I sleep with my dog and he happened to be facing me and kicking in his sleep, and his nails were scratching me exactly where the shadow person’s hand was. Fortunately it only lasted for a really short period of time but I swear it made my heart stop, I was so scared.

Oooh! I used to have sleep paralysis all the time. Like every fucking night for a while when I was a kid, and when I first started living here. One time I was having a dream I was staying at a motel with friends and they went for a beer run while I was already trying to sleep and it was like “Oh did they lock the door behind them?” and I ~woke up~ to some dude in a white mask strangling me. A lot of other times I’d be overwhelmed by something terrible just out of sight and I wouldn’t want to move.

All of this is because sleep paralysis is your brain making up bullshit excuses why you can’t move (because your body is still paralyzed from being asleep) so you hallucinate whatever, including marauding motel invaders and shadow people. I’m glad I don’t get it anymore. I probably will once I fall asleep tonight just for thinking about it.

Anyways, Shadow People! I’m always looking for a chance to hawk my favorite book, John Dies At The End (it’s 1am and this is already the second time I’ve done it today.) It’s a comedy/horror novel FULL of shadow people, flying rods, ghosts, bad puns, and dick jokes. You should read it, and probably avoid soy sauce for the rest of your life.

haveitjoeway:

what I want to do for halloween:

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what I’ll end up doing on halloween:

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Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Oh, I finally beat Mass Effect 3 last night. Original ending is dumb, extended cut is drawn out and dumb. Rest of the game was great.

Anyway, really liked my character.

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Who the fuck ever gave enough of a shit about Turok 2 to do an entire symphony about it!?

You can only shit on people for so long before they decide it’s their turn to pull down the pants.
Life is full of choices, if you have the guts to go for it. That’s why I get immediately bored with anyone’s complaining about how boring their life is, or how bad their town is. Fucking leave and go somewhere else. Or don’t. Henry Rollins (via bloodcidr)

God, I’m just spinning tires in the mud at this point. Wasting time when I could be doing something else but I don’t know what, I don’t know what I want, just what I don’t. The menial come-and-go of wake work sleep, the savage amusement of consuming food alcohol media, tired social interaction and conversations with people who don’t care or even fucking listen anymore, stupid shit on facebook, on tumblr, in my head, coming out of your dumb fucking mouth. I guess it’s called fatalism because I know this murk will dissipate, like it always does, and I’ll look back and wonder why I ever felt anything, thought anything, until it creeps back in like a shroud. Maybe some day I won’t come back up for air. Who cares.

It’s like drowning but you just won’t fucking die.

(Source: wuyeetfan)

I bought a game called Mummies Rising for $1. Its a terrible budget game where they throw mummies at you and you have to shoot them all.

The weirdest thing is that for some reason this cheap indie singleplayer game has connected me online to whatever other idiot was dumb enough to buy it and now I can hear his kid talking over voice chat. I don’t understand how that happened at all.

Eliza Rickman - Pretty Little Head