remember that one time?
Posted on October 18th, 2009 at 9:06 am by peter

Ok so I was sleeping. I was having really horrible dreams too. Me and my ex had just seen each other for the first time since the breakup and we were arguing. Then suddenly and out nowhere she turned into a ton of ants and ate me. It wasn’t fun… But then I woke up. Which wasn’t fun either cause for some reason the ants were still there and they were climbing all over my walls. I was too tired too do anything and I figured the ants would go away. So I sat back down and prepared to sleep a bit longer. As I put my left hand behind my head i noticed a meaty stick had somehow gotten under my head. Upon further examination I figured out that it was a arm. I freaked out and sat up to figure who I had drunkenly slept with. When I sat up I couldn’t see anyone in my bed so I decided the best way to figure out whose arm it was was to follow the arm to its body. So I started at the hand. Then I traced the hand to the arm. Then I followed the arm to the shoulder. Then I was looking directly down and It looked as if it was my own arm. But I could not feel it nor could I move it. But it was in fact attached too my body so I had too assume that it was mine. As I was about to go back to sleep I realized that not being able to move your arm is bad and I should probably figure out why I can’t move it. Or call 911. I tried to think where the phone was. It was in the living room and I was really tired to I decided I would try to move my arm and if that worked I would forget it and catch some Z’s for a bit. So I laid down with my devalued arm by my head. I tried to move it to my stomach and I failed. Then I figured it would be the same when I woke up and I closed my eyes. But I remembered the ants and woke up to check if they were still there. They were not and I almost went back too sleep. I figured I should give my arm one more chance not to send me too sleep mad. So with my arm by my head I tried to move it too my stomach, and slowly it creep’d over to my stomach. I was actually saddened by this because it meant I would be able to fix my arm before I caught some more Zs and that I would have to wait a couple mins longer. I was really tired. Damn ants had to wake me up. So I tried to move my arm at the elbow with no luck. Then I tried to move the fingers and nothing happened. But I could move my arm sideways now so that was a plus. I spent a few minutes doing that before I realized I had regained feeling all the way to my elbow and I celebrated by moving my newly recovered elbow. Then I tried to move my fingers and they wouldn’t budge. So I spend a few more minutes moving my arm AND elbow. I then thought of why this had happened and remembered that I had woken up too a strange meaty thing being behind my head. And I decided that the nightmare had caused me to roll around in my sleep and my head decided too put my arm in a armlock all night. After I figured this out I checked if I had feeling back in my fingers and there was none. But I could sort of move my fingers. And that was a plus. So I figured that with the incredable armlessness emergency avoided I could go too sleep. And I woke up with good arms and no ants on my walls.

3 Comments »

It was an ending that wasn’t exactly groundbreaking, but that’s the way it is. We know life continues on after dreams. I like this one haha. I’ve had some similar experiences.

Comment by Carrie — October 18, 2009 @ 10:50 am


Thank you very much for that astonishing article

Comment by gps ???????????? — October 18, 2009 @ 5:40 pm


Wow, Peter. The middle of this is genuinely creepy.

Comment by Mary Robinette Kowal — October 18, 2009 @ 11:08 pm


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