So.

I know this has no relevance to anything, but….

I’m gonna talk about my dreams!

I usually have three types of dreams: 1. You got my regular dreams, which usually take place around familar areas, like my home or a mall. They also usually entail me warping between time alot, I don’t know why. 2. You got the nightmares, typical nightmare stuff ya know, shadowy figures in the dark, that kind of stuff. 3. Blank dreams, dreams that are just black with flashes of images. I never remember these so I won’t spend any time on them.

LET’S TALK ABOUT MY NIGHTMARES 😀

Now, I don’t have nightmares as often as I did when I was a kid obviously, but when I do, they’re usually pretty interesting. The nightmare I had last night was pretty funny.

When I have nightmares, it’s usually a result of sleep paralysis, and if you don’t know what that is, it’s basically when you’re in a half sleep state. Your body is still asleep, so you’re usually freakin’ out. Your brain tries to rationalize your fear by putting a scary figure in the room, usually taking stuff from the enviorment, like putting a dark figure in a chair you left your jacket on.

Though in this specific case though, the figure was…pretty laughable.

It was this weird ghost thing, it had the face of my brother, who is also my roommate. His face was chipped, and he was wearing attire very similar to Jarl Balgruuf’s in Skyrim, which I also have been playing alot recently.

I was actually laughing when I saw him, so I did my usually when stuff like this happens and move my jaw around to wake myself up. I thought I did wake up, so when I saw a spider near my face, I was trying to say like “UHHHHHHHHH” I thought my brother heard me, and was saying “What’s wrong?” but I when I tried to tell him, it was the usual gaspy voice you get when you try to talk whilst in sleep paralysis.

Another nightmare I had, wasn’t really scary, it was just kinda sad.

It was a weird one, me and my family were in some kind of grass field.

For some, the grass was like quick sand, getting stickier and stickier. There was this rocket at the edge of the field, and I was the first to reach it. All my family members were sinking, and they told me to go in. So I did. It launched, and I woke up.

It’s not like I woke up crying or anything, it’s just that I REALLY loved my family, and their appearances in the dream were scarily accurate.

OK.

Time to talk about the nightmare that scared me the most.

It was year ago, but I never forgot it.

I was just in a dark room. Pitch black, couldn’t see anything. And these two white dots. These two completely white eyes, appeared.

A few seconds later, the eyes faded into the darkness, and I felt like I was being dragged violently. I thrashed and struggled, but I couldn’t get loose.

The dragging got more violent, but then I made my hands into a finger gun and pretended to shoot it, which scared off the thing that was dragging me.

I woke up with my heart racing, my brother as always, was knocked out cold. I was scared to go back to sleep, but eventually I did, and I woke the next morning.

Time to talk about my normal dreams.

Well, if you could call them “Normal”.

In the first one, I was warpin’ around. First I was in my parent’s car, me, my two brothers, and my dad were driving on this long highway. I remember holding a bottle of wine, and my oldest brother was in a Captain America shirt.

Than I suddenly warped back home. I was holding a bowl of fish sticks, and I was watching a TV screen, with Captain America’s shield on a blank black screen. Then I warp again, I was at some kind of swampy place. I was outside this really nice looking house. My oldest brother and father were unpacking groceries, and I opened the door to go inside. My brother and one of my cousins were watching TV in the living room. My mother and her best friend were talking in the bathroom. My aunt was saying hello at the door.

And get this

My teddy bear runs up to me, and punches me.

Then I wake up.

If that didn’t make much sense, then this next one isn’t going to either.

It starts at a apartment building, of which me and my family moved out of a long time ago. My dad was talking to an old man. My dad told me to go get his tools out of this bathroom at the end of the complex. When I get to the toolbox I’m warped to the mall.

Now I’m walking with my mom and oldest brother at the mall. We stop at this furniture store so my mom could look at something. The furniture store’s structure was weird. It was open, on the highest floor, and there weren’t any guard rails. I see a child almost walk off, but an employee quickly catches him. Now that my mom is done looking at whatever, we make our way to a coffee shop. They decide to take the stairs, but for some reason I was feeling like a pu$$y at that moment and I didn’t. They insisted, and when I tried I started falling down them. What was a spiral stair set turned into a straight hallway of them, and it then turned into…[Read more]

Ok.

So everyone’s up on da feels after Epitaph left (Temporarily, I hope) and even though I know I’m probably not one of his closer friends, I got mad respect for this guy. Even though we don’t see eye to eye on everything, well, this is the internet (The home of different opinions) and you don’t have to always agree, to be someone’s friend.

I gotta lotta respect for @epitaph200 because he did a thing, that I’ve been wanting to do, haven’t done yet, and don’t know if I ever will and that is creating a series. And he finished it goddammit.

I’m real apathetic, don’t feel bad for me it really isn’t a big problem for anyone, and I consider it a small problem for me.
You see, apathy is when you have the opportunity to do something, the tools to do it, and the want to do it, but you don’t. You try to make a couple of excuses and you procrastinate, eventually forgetting what you wanted to do, and by the time you remember, all the drive is gone. Once again don’t feel bad, I can still get some things done, it’s just that I’m prone to drop ideas I once was really interested in, even if they might’ve worked (Anybody here remember WarpKnight?)

That’s why I join a lot of collabs and groups, because I can’t be bothered to start my own.
That way, I can scrounge up some drive to provide some quick pieces of work, and forget about it.

Some might call me nosy.
I provide answers usually to things I wasn’t asked, and I tend to butt into arguements.

Now this may sound cheesy

This may sound stupidly sappy

But Sticknodes is one of the few communities I feel heavily attached to.

It’s big place, but small enough so I can know almost everyone’s name.

And I don’t just feel like 1 in a sea of others. I feel more unique, without having to stride. And yes, that last bit may make me sound lazy, but look at the previous part of the post.

I do care about this community, and I know that statement is small and ultimately might not mean anything, but I want to stress that I don’t want this place to fall apart.

I want it to be a place everyone can enjoy, and I know I sound like a nieve child with that last statement, but I promise it’s true.

What the hell was this post even about.

If you don’t like Despacito, you’ll love the sequel.

And if you did like Despacito, you’ll die.

I know I almost did.