I woke up in my bed this morning and came into my kitchen to make myself a breakfast. I realized there were the Che, Kim Jong Un and Jack Sparrow sitting here waiting for "the great guide", menacing me that if he sees me "we gonna have a problem" as they say. I get out of the kitchen and simply wait until their shit is done. But all of a sudden
I woke up in my bed this morning in the exact same position and watch myself in my mirror. I have boobs and ass, actually I'm a girl, wtf. I don't even realize shit is not real and I touch my stuffs. I browse the internet to know where I'm going to travel thanks to my future betabux money. I go to the kitchen and a dude give me candy. I don't even question his presence here. Then he takes a knife and tries to kill me. Actually he does and
I woke up in my bed this morning in the exact same position again, and I'm in sleep paralysis stasis and can't move. I'm just conscious I'm in my bed. I stuggle like hell in spasm and I try to cry but nothing moves nor get out of my mouth. I try to move my head and feel the energy being wasted in the void by spasm. Same with my limbs. It hurts like hell. I finally brutally stand up and try to get out of my room. When I finally pass the door
I woke up in my bed this morning in the exact same fucking position again. I open my window and my cat comes in. It has a bizarre white and red stain on the neck. It climbs in my bed to sleep, but can't and meow awfully. I realize the stain is an open wound and actually a raw flesh hole allowing to see its spinal column. I try to comfort the poor creature and try to find a way to heal that shit when suddenly
I woke up in my bed this morning for another trip in the exact same fucking position again. I hear bizarre voices coming from the kitchen and I fear it's the bunch of 3 madmen again. I lift the wall of my room as if it's just a sunblind and run in the garden right to the street. I climb the gate and run in the street. It's sunny outside and the light is enveloping me until
I woke up in my bed this morning in the exact same position again, but this time I felt like shit. I knew this was over.
Wtf happened.
I woke up in my bed this morning in the exact same position and watch myself in my mirror. I have boobs and ass, actually I'm a girl, wtf. I don't even realize shit is not real and I touch my stuffs. I browse the internet to know where I'm going to travel thanks to my future betabux money. I go to the kitchen and a dude give me candy. I don't even question his presence here. Then he takes a knife and tries to kill me. Actually he does and
I woke up in my bed this morning in the exact same position again, and I'm in sleep paralysis stasis and can't move. I'm just conscious I'm in my bed. I stuggle like hell in spasm and I try to cry but nothing moves nor get out of my mouth. I try to move my head and feel the energy being wasted in the void by spasm. Same with my limbs. It hurts like hell. I finally brutally stand up and try to get out of my room. When I finally pass the door
I woke up in my bed this morning in the exact same fucking position again. I open my window and my cat comes in. It has a bizarre white and red stain on the neck. It climbs in my bed to sleep, but can't and meow awfully. I realize the stain is an open wound and actually a raw flesh hole allowing to see its spinal column. I try to comfort the poor creature and try to find a way to heal that shit when suddenly
I woke up in my bed this morning for another trip in the exact same fucking position again. I hear bizarre voices coming from the kitchen and I fear it's the bunch of 3 madmen again. I lift the wall of my room as if it's just a sunblind and run in the garden right to the street. I climb the gate and run in the street. It's sunny outside and the light is enveloping me until
I woke up in my bed this morning in the exact same position again, but this time I felt like shit. I knew this was over.
Wtf happened.
