this calls for an update.
I went to sleep last night shortly after eating a spinach quesadilla and drinking two rum and diet cokes. Maybe that’s why I had such vicious nightmares all night long. The one I remember most distinctly was a man who had no nostrils, but just one huge open space in his nose. I was sitting down in a chair in a rather empty room, and he was standing above me, talking to me about something that I can’t recall. He was tall but rotund, and dressed like a southern hick, with overalls and a white shirt. He had very little hair on his head, but what remained was a light reddish-blonde color. Looking up into his nose from my seated position, I realized that there was also a small hole in his head, because as I looked up his nose, I could also see the ceiling. I thought to myself, “Wow, I want to vomit, this is so gross.” Unfortunately for me, this eerie gentleman also knew how to read minds. I think he may have also been a bit mentally disabled, because he appeared very emotionally hurt immediately after I had thought this, and looked at me with disappointing eyes. I felt guilty, and upon realizing that he knew how to read minds, I said I was sorry, but that it did really made me nauseous to look up his nose because I’d never seen anything like it before. He accepted my apology, and was glad I'd been honest, and walked out of the room together, which I later realized was my high school band room, and Mr. Lustig was lingering nearby.
I no sooner found out that my mother had also picked up the habit of reading minds, and was asking me why I’d done so many drugs. (I really haven't done that much.) I then tried to make up all of these wild thoughts about feeling guilty for doing 100 lines of coke the night before, just to play with her head and see what she’d say. She got pretty volatile, and I think cornered me up against a wall and began to scream. I told her I was just making things up for kicks, but she still remained pretty angry. She left me in my bedroom, where there had been an evil spirit chasing me, even though I asked my mother to stay, because the evil spirit only made its appearance when I was alone in the room. For some reason, I couldn’t leave the house because I was waiting for a delivery man in a white truck. Weird.
I no sooner found out that my mother had also picked up the habit of reading minds, and was asking me why I’d done so many drugs. (I really haven't done that much.) I then tried to make up all of these wild thoughts about feeling guilty for doing 100 lines of coke the night before, just to play with her head and see what she’d say. She got pretty volatile, and I think cornered me up against a wall and began to scream. I told her I was just making things up for kicks, but she still remained pretty angry. She left me in my bedroom, where there had been an evil spirit chasing me, even though I asked my mother to stay, because the evil spirit only made its appearance when I was alone in the room. For some reason, I couldn’t leave the house because I was waiting for a delivery man in a white truck. Weird.