PWN Real Life Scary Halloween Story: Hallucination vs. Reality, Sometimes Life is Stranger than Fiction

So I woke up from my nap a while ago because there was lot of movement and noise coming from down stairs. I looked at the clock and it was not time for my parents to be home. I considered the likely hood I was just not quite truly awake yet. Mom had mentioned something about early release at school, but I had thought it was happening tomorrow?  So I texted her, thinking, I will hear her phone ring if she is in fact downstairs, only it didn’t. She wrote back saying they were not there till nearly 5. Meanwhile all this noise was going on below me, and I was just “sure” I was really awake by now… Wasn’t I?

I grew up in a very old house. you just dont get out of bed and investigate weirdness like that. Every splinter of this wood floor creaks louder than a jet engine. (Was a severe damper on trying to sneak out as a kid.) Meanwhile… I had to decide if this was a 911 moment or if there was some other rational explanation… I lay there very flat and very still slipping in and out of cataplexy as I tried to logic my way out of every terrifying thing that came to mind. Before I could come up with anything fathomable enough to avoid a visit from the Mansfield Police, the rustling and shuffling and banging about, made its way up the stairs very quickly… and yet oddly… no squeaky floor. That is about the time all logic, that I could come up with flew out the window.
I had no idea what to think. Here in this town, where the negativity is so high, and the sickening animism hovers over the city like a cold blanket of death… Burglars and rapist were no longer on my list of possibilities. I traded them in for demons and ghost. (Seriously, a valid concern. This town will give Savannah Ga a run for its money any day.) Having once been told I was a beacon, a light for those who are trapped in the darkness, This scenario really did not hold much surprise, though I was not particularly eager to deal with it. As hard as I generally try to rationalize everything that crosses my path, There are just some things you have to accept as they are: Just Freaking Crazy.

Happily, before anyone uttered the word “BOO” (also happily before I pee’d myself), The noise came rushing down the hall and flew into the bedroom, landing on the curtain rod. This little Grey Catbird, looked at me, *meowed* and proceeded to fly about the room annoyed that I had not yet opened a window for him. (Because clearly, he let me know he was coming…) All to pleased he was not wearing a sheet and rattling chains, or worse yet, trying to steal my computer, I jumped up off the bed and proceeded to open the window, allowing him to depart back to where ever it is his little grey kitty bird family might be, though the mystery of how he came to visit in the first place… may never be solved.

So glad that is over. I’m ready for another Nap.

The End….

” If a bird flies through your house, it indicates important news.  If it can’t get out, the news will be death.” – American Folklore

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Pass The Torch

You can only be a door mat for so long.

When you are disrespected and taken advantage of over and over and over, the only person who can stop that cycle is you. Being distracted by meaningless recognition only makes you feel obligated to try a little longer, and maybe things will change. And they never do. They never will. It’s unfortunate that to often it’s only during your last moments, you begin to notice how pale you have become and realize the people you have cared about for so long, are relentlessly bleeding you dry. And doing so with the most precious plastic smiles….

Even your best friends, will blatantly lie to your face.

There is a sucker born every minute they say, You were only one of them.

If your tired of being burned… its time to pass the torch.

I wont be writing again for a while.

Metamorphosis

Things are changing around here.
Everything from attitude to location.

A Flux

A Shift

A Tide

It’s all about letting go and acceptance.

Nothing stays the same forever…

I decided my blog, after so many years should reflect that.
After all its a narcolepsy blog right?
Maybe it should look a bit more… sleepy?
Just follow it like a river in the direction that its taken me?

Broken Dreamers

Broken Dreamers

I break things.

Pencils Break
Dishes Break
Glasses Break
And Body Parts
Especially Body Parts

Having Cataplexy means
Destruction is kind of what I am good at.

The list goes on and on….

Promises Break
Commitments Break
Dreams Break
And Hearts
Especially Hearts

Having Narcolepsy Means
Hearts will break when Dreams can’t act.

It doesn’t end here….
….What I mean is, It is not the end.

Fevers Break
Water Breaks
Dawn Breaks
Coffee Breaks
Especially Coffee Breaks

Having Hope means
Not forgetting all of that.

There is still hope for us.
We are more than Broken Dreamers.

 

The Odds… Are In My Favor!

Vicki Vale

Bethany Cabe

Pepper Potts

Lana Lang

Mary Jane Watson

Jean Grey

Natalia “Natasha” Alianovna Romanova

Medusa

Samantha Eve Wilkins

Angelica Jones

Theresa Cassidy

Rachel Summers

and of course,

Jessica Rabbit.

Super Heroes Wives or Girlfriends who were Red Heads.

( Some of these girls were Super Heroes themselves!)

So… The odds are in my favor!

Just got to find me a guy in tights now….

Upside Down, Looking at Things From a New Perspective

I decided I wanted to talk about being upside down today.  I spoke with a Buddhist monk in a dream I had last night, that was incredibly insightful to my entire being, and made me realize that things are not always as they appear to be.

It is not uncommon to find me doing things upside down. Weird, yes, uncommon, no. sometimes I do this reading, or watching television, and sometimes, just because I am looking at the things around me. Thank goodness for spell check because I will even turn the keyboard upside down to type some days!  I have done this sort of thing since I was a kid. Bizarre things like this are probably what kept me from having a lot of friends early on, but I was happy, and I really didn’t care anyhow.

I may have done these things are splurges of weirdness as a kid, but I do this now with reason. Granted, my reasoning is likely flawed, *Marcialogic*, but it works for me and that is all that matters. Sometimes things are not immediately clear to me, or I am confused on something, having trouble understanding a situation or problem, etc…. When it gets to the point where I just don’t know what to do, I just drop it for a while. That is when I will be found standing on my head somewhere. Some how it joggles my brain just enough to think. I would venture to guess  it has something to do with seeing things from a new perspective. If you are physically and literally, seeing things from a different angle, then the natural order of your thought patterns are going to be thrown off just enough to cause you to think that way also. That is where new idea’s and better understanding forms. At least for me anyway.

There is a famous experiment done by psychology professor George Malcolm Stratton in 1896, where he developed these glasses that made you see everything upside down. After a few days of bumping into things your brain would auto correct and begin to see things normally. Then of course once they are taken off, it has to reprocess and adapt again to be back where you first started.

I am no expert, but this makes sense to me. It explains how I do what I do, and make the why easier to understand. If your brain, in the midst of chaos, can automatically adjust itself to focus and understand its surroundings, without even actively trying, why wouldn’t this work for things like thought processes and not just sight? That whole concept, right or wrong as it were, just makes sense to me…..  But then again… I am weird. Or possibly, brilliant.