Woke up at 2:30 this morning. Stared at wall until 3. Got up, let the dogs out, opened computer, opened unfinished story, let the dogs back in, stared at unfinished story, turned the tv on, kissed husband goodbye, stared at computer screen.
Fell asleep. Computer in front of me, tv in front of computer. Apparently the television was set to a program about taboo practices and naturally the narrative of the program tangled itself with my sleeping mind. This created an hour long mind fuck that was interesting, entertaining, uncomfortable, and disturbing. I woke up convinced that I had a braided growth growing out of my chest and various other ailments that I won’t mention.
You know that I vent these experiences and no matter how disturbed I feel afterwards, I love it.
Dreams, the astral plane, and that state between awake and sleep are my favorite places to be.
jennifercaress 