Put yer $ where yer mouth iz!
CRUNK-A-THON
My best friend, Ashley, and myself.
In my last post, I filled you in on how my friends and I were filled with straight up skepticism about the old wives tail of how eating pickles before you go to bed gives you terrible nightmares. Last night, I ate [some of the best friggen] pickles, I brushed my teeth, and I went to bed. This is the state in which I woke up.
I was walking down the empty streets of New York. Seventh Ave. in Manhattan, mind you, basically a "main street" in NY, for those of you who are unfamiliar with the state. Now, we all know perfectly well that there is never, ever an empty street in New York. That itself was creepy. I felt some sort of presence behind me. I turn around with that typical horror movie kind of looking over your shoulder move. In the far distance, something was landing , like an airplane would land. Only it was a man ... with wings. As he landed, he was running and flapping his wings. He got closer, and I realized that a giant moth-man was chasing me. A MOTH MAN. Chasing me. Down an empty street of new york. Now I know this sounds nothing near nightmarish, but believe me when I say it was terrifying. His face looked kind of human, but he had big moth eyes. I was kind of afraid that he was going to bite holes in my clothes. [His teeth were vicious looking.] He looked like he was out to get me, and not in a "I'm just an innocent insect' kind of way.
Unfortunately, I woke up before the dream ended. But I'm determined to see if this was just a coincidence, or if this nightmare pickle debacle is actually true. On a side note, my friends who were in on the pickle debate also all had nightmares. I say we do this again and run the two out of three rule.
Tonight will be round two of pickles before bed. It's like self-torture, I'm not even kidding.
Current Listen: Kings and Queens - 30 Seconds To Mars [The drums in this songs are NUTS!!!!]
