Thread: Blue's Spiderweb

I read your journal every now and again, too.

Originally Posted by The

He was raised back to health by Aquanina (I dunno HOW the hell she fits into this dream) and somebody else from the forum. Huh. Weird.[/b]

That's funny, but I find it even more interesting because that's often what happens in my dreams. Somebody gets hurt but then there's always a sympathetic character who takes pity on them, either myself or someone else.

This has *got* to be the most thoroughly boring dream ever.

27-April-06 ???? // Non-lucid // Medium vividness // Very short length // Impression
Title: "The Black Square"

Last night, I dreamt of this:

That's all it was. A black frerakin' square. Like, seriously? What the hell?! I want my money back!

27-April-06 ???? // Non-lucid // Medium vividness // Short length // Standard Dream
Title: "Files Missing"

Last night, I ALSO dreamt that a whole lot of files on my computer were accidentally deleted. Pffft. This is such a crappy nerdy dream, I'm sorta ashamed for posting it.



I think that the reason I had such crappy recall last night, and a failed WILD attempt, was the alcohol I consumed earlier that day.

Originally Posted by The

27-April-06 ???? // Non-lucid // Medium vividness // Very short length // Impression
Title: "The Black Square"[/b]

The dreaded black square!!! Arghh....That must've been a really REALLY boring night!

Originally Posted by The

27-April-06 ???? // Non-lucid // Medium vividness // Very short length // Impression
Title: "The Black Square"[/b]

Ah... The black square.
You feel nerdy for loosing files, I once dropped a tooth pick down a stair case in a dream, as soon as it left my hand it transformed itself into my new monitor. Down it went, smashing into pieces as I futily ran after it screaming my lungs out. Needless to say I was pretty sad over the expierence, until I woke up of course.

After a quick look in my personal dream journal here Im starting to think looking for lost items is a sign that we are trying to hard to stay positive under large amounts of stress. By this, I mean not letting it out, or having no time to let it out with burdens and responsibility's on our shoulders. The loosing part, is just another hindrance in ones life.

The black square...

Dammit! I only got about 5 hours of sleep last night, but I did recall a dream, but I was too lazy getting up, and so I totally lost it! Damn. I can remember a FEW things about it though. Argh. I'll enter them from my DJ when I get home. Crap. I really hate it when that shit happens, and you totally lose a dream. Dammit.

Also, a couple of nights ago, I made a WILD attempt. I didn't make the transition, but, I felt I came close on at least three moments. Got the eyelids thing, phisical sensations, HI, the lot. Mini daydreams, etc, and pretty decent SP.

I feel like I'm still making progress, even though I haven't yet had another successful attempt. I'm tired as hell today, cos I haven't been getting much sleep, but anyway, I'm going to make another attempt in the afternoon when I get home... I get wednesday and thursday afternoons off.

crap... *scrolls up* shit, I'm rambling. LOL. Crap. That's what sleep deprivation and shit does to ya, huh...

04-May-06 1224 // Non-lucid // Medium vividness // Medium length // Standard Dream
Title: "Letter from Japan"

Okay, Yokohama-kun, a guy from Japan I know from a high school exchange program, sent me a letter in this dream in response to the one I sent him a couple of months ago. I haven't seen this guy for years. Anyway, the front of the letter is in little-kiddie black scrawly japanese figures. I can't read them in the dream, though I probably could in real-life. I still remember some of my Japanese, though I've forgotten most of it.

Anyway, he's replying to my answers to his questions he asked me, and he comes off as a little gay. He wants a long-distance freindship. This is odd, considering I'm decidedly straight at all and not exactly a repressive personality, but meh. Somehow, I get the feeling he's living in America, though in real-life, as far as I'm aware, he still lives in the same little place in Fukuoka. He doesn't want to know the answers I gave to the more personal questions he asked me originally, and seems to pay a blind eye to me telling him my parents have broken up.

Somehow, I think he comes on YIM and we chat.

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I also got some other dream fragments last night, but I lost them all. Sucky.

Well, it appears my dreams are back. The non-lucids at least. I'm still working on the WILDs. I had one VERY vivd dream last night, the second one I'll post.

05-May-06 0220 // Non-lucid // Low vividness // Short length // DV Dream
Title: "Help! Forum Post"

At the start of this dream I post in the "Help!" section of the DV forums, regarding a certain problem I've got. The responses I get are very odd. The first response I can't remember, but the second was ODD. It was from some sort of doctor... a proctologist or something. Anyway, he gave this very long and graphic description of how hard it is to give a prostate exam to somebody with haemmaroids. This is TOTALLY nonsensical, because the actual real-life problem I have has got NOTHING to do with this. I remember being somewhat put off by this response. I think I MAYU have contacted one of the moderators about the inappropriateness of the response.

My mother somehow reads my post in the Help! section, and she talks about my problem over dinner. I remember being pissed off and betrayed that she'd read my private stuff that I've posted on the forums, especially since, in the dream, I have NO idea how she worked out I was posting on the forum... maybe she's been snooping on me in the dream? I dunno. Weird. Anyway, that's all of that dream I can remember.

This next dream was an EXTREMELY vivid dream. It also had quite an effect on me, though I don't know why. I'm gonna post it in the dream interpretation sub-forum, looking for advice.

05-May-06 0440 // Non-lucid // Very high vividness // Long length // Standard Dream
Title: "Staring into Pretty Girls' Eyes"

This dream starts off as a bunch of people at a barbecue held by Jack, a male freind of mine who lives in Australia. The barbecue is on the rooftop deck of a building, and I'm pretty sure it's a resteraunt I visited in Sydney once about three and a half months ago when I visited Jack in Sydney.

Anyway, I'm there, obviously. There's a LOT of other people there who, at the time, I remember seeing quite clearly. The ones I can remember: Jack is there himself, cooking dinner over the barbecue. Harkness, his father, who I respect immensely, is also there. Other than them, everybody else is female. Very pretty females as well, some of whom I recognise. One is an extremely pretty, pale redhead with pale green eyes who I saw, like, ONCE, on the bus a few days ago and remember thinking how attractive she was. Another is Ti, a friend from University who I haven't had much contact with for about a year, because I haven't kept in touch as much as I should, even though she's in most of my classes and sits behind me... She's an asian girl, extremely pretty. Another woman in the group was an older woman from a psychology tutorial with... blue eyes, I think. Another girl was Raylee, a girl who is in my law classes along with Ti, and who, though I AM interested in, I don't really see myself going out with her... plus, I get the impression she's already taken. Nice girl, extremely intelligent, but... not for me. There's lots of other women, as well, some of whom I recognised but can't remember, others who I've never seen before. At the time, their faces were all VERY clear.

Anyway, they're sitting and standing in a semicircle around me, all looking at me. This is very strangee... they seem to be staring into my eyes, and waiting expectantly. Some are smiling, some look nervous. Anyway, I'm standing in front of them, and I make eye contact with the rightmost girl. I'm staring directly into her eyes, and after a few seconds, she looks away and blushes. She looks slightly embarassed and disappointed. I'm a bit disappointed, too, but, I turn my eyes to the left and stare into the eyes of the next girl.

At this time, I think Jack, still cooking behind me on the barbeque, says we should have a game: a staring contest between me and the girls. This is what is already happeneing, so, I go along with it.

I stare into each girls' eyes in turn, and each one looks away, looking as disappointed and embarassed as the last. I remember seeing their eyes EXTREMELY clearly. All the girls' eyes were beautiful, and stunningly clear and colourful. This was by far the most vivid part of the dream, and something which had quite an effect on me. It was almost as if, by looking into their eyes, I was looking deep ibnto their souls, their minds, whatever you want to call it.

All the girls look away, and none can withstand my scrutiny. This is disappointing.

At this point in time, Jack and his father Harkness get into a big argument, and Jack is sent to bed. Myself and the girls leave the party, and we're all a little drunk. There must be at least 15 of these girls. We're walking along a street that looks remarkably like the main street that runs through my University. They all disperse as they make their way home. In a last-ditch effort, I ask a few of them to come with me to the supermarket, get some alcohol, and continue the party elsewhere. I think a few of them follow me, including the redhead, and a lovely part-maori girl who I don't recognise from real-life. I don';t think this last epilogue part of the dream really matters all that much.

At this point the dream fades.

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So... yeah. My dreams last night. There was another one, a fragment, but I lost it.

Okay, I'm remembering this off the top of my head, so I dunno how much I'll get. It was a crappy boring DV dream I had last night, and at the time, I couldn't be bothered writing it down, but in retrospect, I probably should record it... I'm trying to record all my dreams.

05-May-06 0220 // Non-lucid // Low vividness // Medium length // DV Dream
Title: "DV Chat Sucks"

Seeker or icedawg, I'm not sure who, makes an announcement on the forums, that they're trying to fix DV chat. They think it's hackers, so, they are "obligated" to follow "standard security procedures" that have been set down to deal with "situations of this variety". YES, those are the EXACT words of the post. Weird how I remember the words. In this dream, I was just sitting at my computer, reading this post.

Anyway, the procedures involve suspending all moderator privileges, so that Seeker and idedawg can work out, on their own, what the problem is, just in case one of the mods is the hacker incognito. After a week, Global Moderator priveleges will be restored, and a week after that, Moderator privileges, and after that, Dreamguides. The one exception is Amethyst Star: Seeker/icedawg says that "I dunno what I'd do without Amé", andd that she maintains her mod privileges throughout this process.

This was such a boring dream, though. I mean... reading DV in my dreams? Frick.

Oh yeah... BTW, I bought some vitamin b6 thisafternoon VERY cheaply, I'm going to take it after dinner and hope for the best. I'm NOT gonna make a WILD attempt unless I feel like it after 4 hours of sleep. But, it'll be interesting to see what effect b6 has on my dreams.

WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&#33 ;

My second WILD, it's been a LONG time coming. Over a month!

Okay, here's the lead-up...

It was AMAZING that this WILD was successful, because the previous evening, I had had three glasses of red wine, and a beer. BUT, I had also taken b6. 100mg Before dinner, and 100mg before going to bed. The b6 had a MASSIVE effect on hypnogogic imagery, like, a HUGE effect, which I'll describe later.

Anyway, at around about 11:30 I go to bed, and I wake up at about 2:30. I record my non-lucid, which is in the *private* entry above, and try to get back to sleep. I can't, because... Okay, I'm not gonna say why, BUT, I just cant. Mind too occupied. This continues until about 4:00, by which time, I decide I'm gonna try a WILD. So, I toss and turn and try to get my mind off what I'm thinking about. That takes AGES. By the time I make my WILD attempt, it's after 4:30.

I lie on my back, and do the 61-point relaxation technique. It works, but, I skip doing my legs like I always do, cos by the time I get to them, they're already relaxed. I then control my breathing and slow my heartbeat, and then I count backwards from 50, saying "I'm dreaming" after every number.

At this point, the b6 starts to kick in. BIGTIME. I'm getting bright flashes behind my eyelids, and patterns, a few pictures. AWESOME. I'm also hearing a conversation between my mother and Mary P, and other people talking to me. I can't see them, though, but, I can hear their voices quite distinctly. This hypnogogic imagery is just fuckin' awesome, no shit. SO good.

And then... I see what is arguably the most BEAUTIFUL think I have seen in a dream. It's hypnogogic imagery, but, oh boy, is it beautiful.

It's the sky. The roof of my bedroom has disappeared, and stars start to appear, illuminating these ghostly white clouds beneath them. It's beautiful. This scene comes and goes, getting brighter all the time...

And then I make the transition. This happened the same as in my first WILD. EXACTLY the same. It feels like my dream body is sitting up and pulling itself off the bed. This happens a few times, but, I don't make the transition. Then, I just throw inhibition away, and do it. I make the transition...

07-May-06 0430 // Lucid // High vividness // Very short length // WILD
Title: "My Second WILD"

I'm standing, and I'm really, really, REALLY groggy. I'm stumbling all over the place. I'm aware though, and at this point, I'm pretty confident it's a dream. I stumble all over the room, and look at my hand. I've got seven fingers! WOO! Hooray for reality checks. I'm fully lucid now. I try to stare at the back of my hand, but it doesn't work... and...

*POOF*

I'm awake again. I think the reason the WILD didn't last long, is cos I wasn't in the right frame of mind, and I kept closing my eyes in the WILD. This woke me up. DAMMIT!

But still...

WOOOHOOOO! Way to go, Matt!

You are coming along, my child. Woo! Congrats, man. You are really steppin' up.

That sunivabitch! Oneironaut!

Oneironaut cut my fucking legs off&#33;</span>

I&#39;m NOT very fuckin &#39;appy. I DONT like having my legs hacked off by some psycho with a fireaxe and a katana in my dreams, and then being left to bleed to death. It&#39;s NOT a very fun fuckin&#39; experience&#33; Jesus.

On the upside, this is the closest I&#39;ve come to a nightmare in years. So... yeah. Pretty cool.

Okay, I&#39;m remembering this off the top of my head, cos I&#39;m at university and have unfortunatley forgotten to bring my DJ to copy from. So: here it is.

08-May-06 0230 // Non-lucid // High vividness // Long length // Nightmare
Title: "Oneironaut cuts my fucking legs off because I&#39;m Tornado Joe. Vindictive motherfucker."

Okay, this dream STARTS as a third-person dream. Oneironaut is wearing a black leather trenchcoat, I think, and the camera sort of follows him. He&#39;s outside a massive warehouse in, I think, the Middle East somewhere, because it&#39;s really sandy and the architecture looks kind of Persian. Can&#39;t remember exactly what it looks like though, it was pretty hazy.

So, he opens the massive double-doors, and in the warehouse, leaning casually against one of the columns, is Tornado Joe. The cool thing about all this, is that these DC&#39;s actually LOOKED like their real-life counterparts, Joe especially. Two young teenagers, boys, stand around Joe, and he&#39;s handing out packets to them.

In this dream, Tornado Joe is a Methamphetamine dealer, and is selling in this abandoned warehouse to these two kids, and Oneironaut is some sort of renegade vigilante policeman... sorta like SHAFT&#33; Yeah baby&#33;

Anyway, he comes up to Joe and starts arguing with him, and Joe tells the two kids to run off, as this fight is between him and Oneironaut. They do so, and Oneironaut starts interrogating Joe about the Methamphetamine. I can&#39;t remember the exact dialogue, but it WAS clear in the dream.

Anyway, Joe ain&#39;t answering any questions, cos he&#39;s some tough little Irish gang fucker. So, Onerionaut pulls out a f%&&#036;ing FIRE AXE. I&#39;m not kidding. A f&%&ing FIRE AXE. And, he takes a chop at one of Tornado Joe&#39;s knees, making a massive gash. Joe screams out and swears.

This is the point where things get REALLY nasty. Somehow, I become Tornado Joe. The dream is now first person. Oneironaut drags me up and ties my ankles to a rafter running above the warehouse floor (it has a low ceiling) so that I&#39;m dangling by my ankles. He interrogates me, but I don&#39;t have the answers he wants, so, he takes to my f%&#036;&ing legs with this fucking fire axe. There&#39;s blood and gore everywhere, and I remember it F&#%ING HURTING&#33;&#33;&#33; YOU MO^&#@&&#036;#ER ONEIRONAUT&#33;&#33;&#33; CHOPPING MY F%&&#036;ING LEGS OFF&#33;&#33;&#33;

Okay, so, at this point, Oneironaut drops his fire-axe, cos it&#39;s ineffective, and pulls out a massive Katana. In one clean sweep, he severs my legs at the knees, and I fall to the floor, blood pissing everywhere from the stumps of my legs. It hurts like HELL, and I can feel myself getting giddy and loosing consciousness as I loose too much blood. Me, as Tornado Joe, is about to die, when I manage to croak out to Oneironaut, "Torniquet&#33;" and he pulls out a torniquet, or two, from this cool black batman-style utility belt he&#39;s wearing, and bandages up my legs and shit. He&#39;s not very sympathetic. The dream fades at this point. Maybe I loose too much blood and I loose consciousness.

NOT FUN&#33;&#33;&#33; YOONEIRONAUT, YOU BASTARD, YOU CUT MY F&%&ING LEGS OFF&#33;&#33;&#33;

Bastard.

Anyway, I also got another dream last night. A small one, though.

08-May-06 ???? // Non-lucid // High vividness // Medium length // Standard Dream
Title: "Lunch in a rat-cage"

<span style="color:darkblue">I&#39;m in a hurry to get to university, as is so often the case, cos I got bad time management skills. Anyway, I do all my stuff, and I&#39;m about to leave the house, when mum calls me from the kitchen, and points to my lunch. It&#39;s packed, and she&#39;s mqade it, which is silly, cos I usually pack my own lunch and make it. The strangest thing is that it&#39;s in a metal wire box that looks sorta like a rat-cage. So, I empty it, put evertyhing in my blue plastic lunchbox, put it in my bag, and run off to uni and hope that I get there on time.

The rat-cage was kinda cool... it was by far the most vivid dream-object in this dream.

So... yeah. That&#39;s all for last night. I&#39;ve got a headache thismorning from taking too much b6 for two nights in a row, so, I&#39;m gonna give the b6 a break for at least a week, and just stick to recall, and non-assisted WILD attempts.

Originally posted by The Blue Meanie

Anyway, the procedures involve suspending all moderator privileges, so that Seeker and idedawg can work out, on their own, what the problem is, just in case one of the mods is the hacker incognito. After a week, Global Moderator priveleges will be restored, and a week after that, Moderator privileges, and after that, Dreamguides. The one exception is Amethyst Star: Seeker/icedawg says that "I dunno what I&#39;d do without Amé", andd that she maintains her mod privileges throughout this process.

Ha. I suppose that makes me feel good that my services can be used even in dreams.

This was such a boring dream, though. I mean... reading DV in my dreams? Frick.[/b]

I wouldn&#39;t say that

Yeah, but I get these "reading DV" dreams all the time. They&#39;re kind of annoying. Frick. Maybe I&#39;m spending too much time on the forums? LOL. Meh.

Well, I haven&#39;t had ANY dreams for the past two nights. None, nada, NOTHING. I dunno why this is. Argh. I&#39;ve been actively trying recall techniques too. Dammit. Meh. *shrugs* I don&#39;t mind that much. I&#39;m gonna make a serious WILD attempt on thursday night, without b6. I&#39;ll see if that works, and I&#39;ll put a fair bit of effort, planning, and preparation into it.

If that doesn&#39;t work, I&#39;ll try again on friday. Again, with lots of planning and prep, etc.

If THAT doesn&#39;t work, I&#39;ll take some b6 on Saturday night and see how well that works. Likely, the b6 will help HEAPS if I take it properly. It certainly did last time. I gotta be careful with that shit though, and not use it too much.

But yeah. My dream recall is shit at the moment, but I&#39;m not too worried.

Oh&#33; Oh&#33; I remember a dream from last night or the night before&#33;&#33;&#33;

It came to me all of a sudden when I was in the Law School Café, and I was drinking chocolate milk and eating potato chips. The dream was about chocolate milk, so, hence why I remembered it. COOL&#33; I&#39;ve never had that happen to me before, remembering a dream during the day when doing something associated with the dream. That&#39;s awesome&#33; LOL.

Anyway, it was only a SMALL dream, but here it is anyway:

??-May-06 ???? // Non-lucid // Low vividness // Short length // Standard Dream
Title: "Chocolate Milk"

Okay, so, I&#39;m at a dairy or supermarket somewhere. A supermarket, I think. There&#39;s one of those refrigerated drinks cabinets. On the top shelf, on the right, and a bit far back is a 2-litre bottle of Primo chocolate milk. Yummy. On the middle shelf, a couple of shelves down from the top, is a small bottle of primo, about the size of a coke can. On the shelf below that, the second to bottom shelf I think, is a medium-sized bottle that is somewhere between the other two in size.

Anyway, there are price tags on all three bottles. Now, I WANT a medium-sized bottle. But, as I find out from the price stickers on the caps of the bottles, for some reason, the BIGGEST bottle, the chunky 2 litre one, is actually CHEAPER than the medium-sized bottle. This is wierd, I think to myself. I consider grabbing the smallest bottle, cos that&#39;s the cheapest, but, the big bottle of primo isn&#39;t much more expensive, so I decide to be a piggy and have 2 litres of chocolate milk.

I take the bottle up to the counter. I THINK it&#39;s chocolate flavoured Primo, but it might be Lime flavour, which is also kind of yummy. I&#39;m pretty sure it&#39;s the chocolate flavour though.

The wierd thing about the dream was that, for two days previously, I HAD bought chocolate milk from shops, which is unusual, cos I usually don&#39;t buy stuff at uni unless I&#39;m out with someone. Anyway, the milk I bought on previous occaisions was "Wave" rather than "Primo". Wave is yummier but more expensive, and comes in these wierd space plastic bottles. That doesn&#39;t make sense, I know, but... yeah. The thing wasm this dream fit SO well into previous days&#39; events that I think I had actually thought it was REAL. Only NOW do I realise that I didn&#39;t even SEE Primo brand flavoured milk in the shops where I bought my Wave milk, so, it MUST have been a dream. It feels kinda like one too...

But yeah. *scrolls up* wow&#33; I&#39;ve written a lot on flavoured milk, huh? LOL...

Okay, had two dreams last night, though both were pretty short. The first one is a private netry that the rest of you ain&#39;t reading, above this one, but the second one I can share. Even though its boring.

11-May-06 0600 // Non-lucid // Medium vividness // Very short length // Standard Dream
Title: "Turkish Toast"

In this dream, I find hjalf a loaf of turkish bread in the fridge. This bread is nice, and we get it on weekends in real life. Anyway, I grab the bread knife, cut it in half, and put the pieces in the toaster to make yummy buttery turkish toast. It&#39;s yum. So, I get the butter...

But I never get to enjoy my toast in the dream, cos it ends at this point when my alarm clock goes off. I only got about 5 1/2 hours&#39; sleep last night cos I was up late. HOPEFULLY I&#39;ll get more sleep tonight. But... Argh. I dunno. It depends. I may not.

That's true blue...you are pretty damn organized. You'd think with all that organization, your planning bailities would be rock solid...hint..hint...

Anyway, I'm no idiot. Thats enough of that. Now then, seriously, I hadn't looked at your journal before, but kudos on the organization. If you saw my room right now, you'd crap your pants.

Originally Posted by Lucifer

That&#39;s true blue...you are pretty damn organized. You&#39;d think with all that organization, your planning bailities would be rock solid...hint..hint...
Anyway, I&#39;m no idiot. Thats enough of that. Now then, seriously, I hadn&#39;t looked at your journal before, but kudos on the organization. If you saw my room right now, you&#39;d crap your pants.
[/b]

No, my room&#39;s messy too. I&#39;m slightly obsessive-compulsive, and am turbo-organised with some things, but messy with others. *shrugs*.

ARGH&#33;&#33;&#33; Man, I hate that crap. I keep falling asleep during my WILD attempts. SO annoying. I did get two dreams last night, though, but they weren&#39;t all that vivid.

13-May-06 0506 // Non-lucid // Medium vividness // Short length // Standard Dream
Title: "Cleaning the Flat"

Okay, this dream was pretty vivid at the time but I forgot most of it, and lost a lot of vividity. There&#39;s a lot of backstory to this dream, but I can only remember back so far, the rest of the dream got erased. I&#39;m in a flat, a sort of villa, not unlike the one that three of my friends currently live in. I&#39;m there early in the evening, I think Im either living there or staying the night. My friends are away, and the flat is totally empty, I&#39;m waiting for them to get home. So, I walk through the flat and turn on the lights in one of the bedrooms. There&#39;s a MASSIVE emperor-sized bed, and on it are four blankets, one pink, and another is a blue sleeping-bag. The toher two I can&#39;t remember. They are laid on the bed length-wise as if to mark where each person sleeps. Weird... they sleep together? Huh... So, I walk into the living area, which looks a LOT like the living area from my own house, and turn on the light. At this point , the dream ends, I think. I can&#39;t remember anything later.

13-May-06 0506 // Non-lucid // High vividness // Short length // Standard Dream
Title: "Goddamn Earplugs in the Pharmacy&#33;"

ARGH&#33;&#33;&#33; This was one of the most INFURIATING dreams I&#39;ve EVER had. SO STUPID&#33; But first, a little backstory:

I woke up in the middle of the night to do a WILD, so, I put my earplugs in, to help sensory deprivation... I find the earplugs really help, they&#39;re these foam earplugs... (This is all in REAL LIFE)

EDIT: In the DREAM: I&#39;m buying b12 and Melatonin in a pharmacy, and I&#39;m talking to the guy about the availability of both, and the guy is talking to me, but I can&#39;t hear a thing he&#39;s saying. So, he points to the earplugs, and motions for me to take them out. Yeah, that&#39;s rioght, I&#39;m wearing EARPLUGS in my dream. I think I&#39;m still wearing my dressing-gown too, and have my hair tied up. LOL.

So, I take the ear-plugs out, and drop them on the counter. He asks me what the hell I&#39;m doing wearing foam earplugs in the middle of the afternoon... I tell him I was just sleeping...

FRICK&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33; &#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33; YOU IDIOT, MATT&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;& #33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;

LOL

LMFAO&#33;&#33;


Damn I hate when stuff like that happens...
...kinda makes you just wanna slap the shit out of yourself, doesn&#39;t it?

If you don&#39;t want to slap yourself, Matt, I&#39;ll do it free-of-charge

Oh... yeah.... I&#39;m drinking Calea Tea during a WBTB at the moment.

YUK&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&# 33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;1

This stuff is FOUL&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;&#33;

I am seriously, like, THIS close to puking.



Whoops... too late...

j/k.

Hopefully.

I hope to hell this stuff works, or Gwen is gonna feel my unholy WRATH&#33;&#33;&#33;

Well...

Actually, it&#39;d be more like mild annoyance...

But still...

My head feels funny...

Whoa...

I think this stuff is working...