Dreams

My neck's been hurting for three days now. I keep sleeping on it wrong, I guess. It must be the shitty setup I got going on my bed. I can't afford to pay my bed sheet bills, so I got these dirty ass sheets since April. But fuck me, I'll have to pay that shit eventually, which means that all this fucking time I could have had clean sheets? Fuck that noise.

My dreams have been especially more fucked up than usual. I don't know if this has anything to do with my shitty ass bed, but anyway, last night's involved some kind of conspiracy plotted among several people with supernatural abilities, and it was my mission to stop them, with the help of some friends and my brother. I can't really remember the details, but I do remember riding a lonely elevator to the second floor of a hotel. The elevator rose above the center of a spacious circular room instead of a hallway, like one would expect from a hotel. I needed to find my unknown enemy in one of the rooms that surrounded the one the elevator took me to - Jackie Chan's room. Jackie was in danger.

I don't really remember what happened after that. I think Jackie got beat up pretty bad by... god knows what. I just remember waking up at 1 in the afternoon all sweaty and shit on my uncomfortable bed, thinking what the fuck just happened.

And now, I probably should do my laundry. But I'm still recuperating from the strange experience.