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Thank God for Girl Scout cookies.
I don't trust it! I never will.
I've never really told anyone about this but yeah it was an odd experience. This particular night I was lying in bed not really thinking. I was looking at my ceiling fan and my vision began to blacken around the edges, sort of like vignetting of a photograph. My thoughts had completely lulled, my mind was empty. Eventually I became aware that I had been staring at my ceiling for a long time and decided I should get under the covers and go to bed. But when I tried to move I realized I couldn't. I started to freak out I really had no idea what to do. Somehow I blinked and came out of my "paralysis". Oddly this is not my first peculiar sleep experience. I've had a number of experiences with Lucid Dreaming. At least a couple times a year I experience a DLID Lucid Dream, where I become aware that I'm dreaming. I haven't really had any control of my Lucid Dreams just conscience thoughts during them. For some reason I can also recall a lot of my dreams. I don't have a dream log, though I always say I'll start one. I've also had uncanny instances of deja vu and some dreams that have predicted things that happened in my life. My mind is weird.
I literally just figured out what the fuck gpoy meant. And even more embarrassing I used to think that smh was an onomatopoetic word, sort of like a smeh sound. I'm like an old person.
I live for it.
Thank God
Something fucked up is going on in my subconscious
I dreamed of being on this show.
It looks like I'm constantly wearing TOMS
She is my future wife.
Yessir
When else can you eat desserts for dinner.
I hope I'm not the only one.
Because clothes come first.
Sadly people mistake the possession of expensive material things for class.