Sleep, Dreams and Whatnot
After being knocked out for 2 hours (sleeping) and getting high on caffeine (1 cup of coffee), I’ve had the urge to write this. Sometimes waking up from “small" naps are worse than a fucking hangover. You have no idea where you are, when you are, or why you are. And it takes a lil bit of time to get acquainted with the reality that we reside in. They say dreams are our innermost desire. Didn’t know my innermost desire was to get tortured by manmade horrors beyond my comprehension. Heck, I could make movies out of these and get rich (One could only dream. Ha! Get it? Dream! …. okay then). One is getting butchered in a human experimentation camp by a time machine and the other one is getting ripped apart atom by atom and being reassembled at another dimension (if we are aware of the no-cloning theorem and other scientific mumbo jumbos, we can arrive at the conclusion that we are fucked as at the other side, only a hunk of meat resembling that to a human is assembled, but we don’t d...