I have really lucid dreams from time to time. Cold medicine -- especially anything containing DXM -- makes me have REALLY bizarre dreams. I've had a cold for a few days, and I just started taking some stuff to clear me up.
Ever had a dream within a dream? It is almost like an out-of-body experience. You *know* you are dreaming, but you are in your actual place (bed), and you can see the actual things. This brings me to Herbie the Husker. I wake up (still dreaming actually), and there is someone next to me in bed. I know that my girlfriend is at home because I'm sick, so I get scared. And by scared I mean I almost piss my pants. I jerk back the sheets while grabbing for my gun on the nightstand and there is Herbie the fvcking Husker! WTF is he doing there? At this point I just want to cry. I am freaked out beyond belief. I can't even comprehend what the fvck that Herbie the Husker is doing in my bed.
I can't fully remember what happened after that point. I remember him having a very sinister look on his face, and he kept trying to strangle me. Apparently I was actually rolling around in the bed, because I eventually woke up and covers were everywhere. My comforter was on the floor and my fitted sheet had come up at the corners.
Of all the things to dream about, why Herbie the Husker?
Ever had a dream within a dream? It is almost like an out-of-body experience. You *know* you are dreaming, but you are in your actual place (bed), and you can see the actual things. This brings me to Herbie the Husker. I wake up (still dreaming actually), and there is someone next to me in bed. I know that my girlfriend is at home because I'm sick, so I get scared. And by scared I mean I almost piss my pants. I jerk back the sheets while grabbing for my gun on the nightstand and there is Herbie the fvcking Husker! WTF is he doing there? At this point I just want to cry. I am freaked out beyond belief. I can't even comprehend what the fvck that Herbie the Husker is doing in my bed.
I can't fully remember what happened after that point. I remember him having a very sinister look on his face, and he kept trying to strangle me. Apparently I was actually rolling around in the bed, because I eventually woke up and covers were everywhere. My comforter was on the floor and my fitted sheet had come up at the corners.
Of all the things to dream about, why Herbie the Husker?
