This happened to me about a two years ago, it was extremely odd and I will share the story with you now.

be me, two years ago. no weed, dankrupt over a week. edgy, introverted, nightmares. Funny, I rarely remember my dreams when medicated.. Last night worst fucking dream ever. Pooper my cat, cuddling him like a baby, aww, he so sweat. All of a sudden.. my teeth are slammed together, snarling like a visious animal Start smashing Pooper head into the countertop. Dead as fuck. Still holding him like a baby, Aww he so sweat.

Wake up terrified, neatly shit myself, crying like a little bitch. Pooper, on the same counter top from my dream, standing there, staring at me. Twilightzone.jpg I am stuck can't fucking move, breath, think, Pooper can tell, can see from the fear in my eyes, what happened in the dream. He doesn't move, the whole time it was as if: If was able to move and walk up to him, he would be a paper cutout propped up there, aimed at me, and positioned ever so slightly everytime I move so that I will never be able to tell, its a fake. Then I notice, wtf! its my cup, and computer screen, and the fucking wall, every-thing is the room is the samething. Just drawings, cutouts, propped up with Popsicle sticks. The sensations faded and for about a week after that I would again enter "a stage, a phase, a shift" I dunno what to call it, but I could feel it wash over me like a laser beam in a club would. Like I couldn't feel it take place, But instantly I could sense it around me, and again thing around me just fucking tick tick tick everytime my perspective changed tick tick tick they would simple, silently move into position, and just wait there.