To even say I have a sleeping pattern is madness. Though, I can't say tonight is entirely my fault. It's the mother/daughter combination arguing across the street that woke me up at, as Kellyelly put it, this ungawdly auwaah.
They were all "fucking this" and "fucking that". Couldn't really make out anything that was said, but at one point, the lovely mother thought the "whole of fucking West Kilbride" should hear that her daughter is a "fucking something".
So, what now for me, now that I can't sleep? Should I just stay up for the rest of the night, having only had 3 hours sleep? Maybe. Should I try my hardest to get back to sleep? Possibly. Should I write a blog? FUCK YEAH!
So, about my nap. I had quite a vivid and strange dream. I don't know why, but the first half consisted of mainly Chrono Trigger-esque graphics and plot (my dreams have plots). A group of 4 people where on their way to some place (I don't know where) and they were travelling by boat, along some sort of river that had caves dotted all around.
After a while of mindless boating, they stopped and entered one of the caves, and this is where it gets weird. The graphics changed to Oblivion-esque, and it was just me, in armour, with a sword, walking through this cave. After a while of stoating about, a small boy came running towards me, being chased by some sort of troll shenanigan.
After dispatching the troll (which I happen to be brilliant at, by the by), this little boy says to me to go and get his fathers body, which the rest of the trolls are using it as a table and chair and generally fucking about with it. So I say I will, and walk further into the cave. I'm met by what can only be described as a cave-pub, with all the trolls singing and drinking, and sure enough, there is the dead father, being punched in the groin.
So I do the heroic thing and charge in swords a-swinging.
Then all I heard was "fucking this" and "fucking that".
Will I ever find out what I did, and why is my sub-conscience a massive geek?
So, what have I done since awaking at 1am, you ask? Well, as you probably don't know, one of my favourite things to do ever is read and write creepypasta (that's scary stories to you). Now, while this is quite entertaining for a while, it does have it's down sides. For a start, my head gets extremly paranoid about scary things (as in "oh god there's something right behind me. i'm not going to look, i'm not going to look"), which inevitably keeps me awake, because I don't want to sleep while there's something behind me.
Tonight has been quite good for my creepypasta indulgence, as I thought of quite a strange one.
It starts with a guy that watches too much TV. He's all curtains closed for the best picture quality and whatnot and rarely goes outside.
So, he decides to go to the toilet (poo basin), and on the way, almost knocks his TV over, but he catches it in the nick of time, although it does make a strange cracking sound, but he thinks nothing of it. He comes back down and turns the TV on. No one on TV has a face. They're all acting normally, but they have no faces, on every channel and every program. Strange, he thinks to himself, but he thinks nothing more of it and keeps watching, thinking it's a reception problem. Now these faceless people are still talking, but seeing as they have no mouths, they're just mumbling. He turns off the TV and decides to go to bed, hoping the problem will have rectified itself in the morning.
He wakes up, and turns on the TV, only to be greeted by people with faces, but screwed up in pain, and screaming loudly. Now, their body actions are normal, as if they are still present/starring in the show. Now he knows something is wrong and turns off the TV. He calls up the TV people (i dunno lol) to enquire, but is met by screaming down the phone. Now he is worried. He spends the next 3 days awake, turning on the TV every so often to see if it's stopped, but it hasn't. Finally, out of exhaustion, he falls asleep.
He wakes up again, turns on the TV hoping it was all a dream, and it met by everyone on every channel he goes through, staring right at him, with massive creepy grins, bigger than is physically possible. Wherever he goes in the room, their eyes follow him. He is scared. He's pretty much shitting himself. He runs to the door to go find help, opens it, and is met by thousands of people, all standing outside his house, staring at him with the same grin and eyes. He starts staring back, and after a few seconds, they all scream at once and lunge at him.
And that's pretty much it. Also, through out the entire period of typing that, my TV is kind of directly across from me and the light in my laptop is reflecting off the TV screen and I keep getting shivers thinking "oh god there's a face looking at me from the tv even though it's off oh god".
So, it's now 3:30am, I'm up in 3 hours and 30 minutes.
Goodnight, dear blog.
Tonight has been quite good for my creepypasta indulgence, as I thought of quite a strange one.
It starts with a guy that watches too much TV. He's all curtains closed for the best picture quality and whatnot and rarely goes outside.
So, he decides to go to the toilet (poo basin), and on the way, almost knocks his TV over, but he catches it in the nick of time, although it does make a strange cracking sound, but he thinks nothing of it. He comes back down and turns the TV on. No one on TV has a face. They're all acting normally, but they have no faces, on every channel and every program. Strange, he thinks to himself, but he thinks nothing more of it and keeps watching, thinking it's a reception problem. Now these faceless people are still talking, but seeing as they have no mouths, they're just mumbling. He turns off the TV and decides to go to bed, hoping the problem will have rectified itself in the morning.
He wakes up, and turns on the TV, only to be greeted by people with faces, but screwed up in pain, and screaming loudly. Now, their body actions are normal, as if they are still present/starring in the show. Now he knows something is wrong and turns off the TV. He calls up the TV people (i dunno lol) to enquire, but is met by screaming down the phone. Now he is worried. He spends the next 3 days awake, turning on the TV every so often to see if it's stopped, but it hasn't. Finally, out of exhaustion, he falls asleep.
He wakes up again, turns on the TV hoping it was all a dream, and it met by everyone on every channel he goes through, staring right at him, with massive creepy grins, bigger than is physically possible. Wherever he goes in the room, their eyes follow him. He is scared. He's pretty much shitting himself. He runs to the door to go find help, opens it, and is met by thousands of people, all standing outside his house, staring at him with the same grin and eyes. He starts staring back, and after a few seconds, they all scream at once and lunge at him.
And that's pretty much it. Also, through out the entire period of typing that, my TV is kind of directly across from me and the light in my laptop is reflecting off the TV screen and I keep getting shivers thinking "oh god there's a face looking at me from the tv even though it's off oh god".
So, it's now 3:30am, I'm up in 3 hours and 30 minutes.
Goodnight, dear blog.
The lord holds thee now.
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