imagine dying and then waking up to watch your old friend's annoying punkass kid having a threesome in a brothel. and you can't move and it's like did the sleep paralysis demon compare notes with the succubus, which would track with the situation except all the demons you know are indie artists or nuns. and then like two hours later you get to see a different old war buddy except the punk ass kid lets him go into the murdershop. and then another two hours later you get to see your wife and the first old friend, except, uh oh! Hand In Skull.
Happened to my buddy Thjazi Fang.
