I saw your posts on sleep paralysis and lucid dreaming. Does it happen to you often? Isn't it weird?
I only remember having 2 sleep paralysis throughout my life, and yeah it was weird at first cause I had no idea what the hell was going on, my immediate response at that time was, “holy shit, ghosts are in my bedroom o_o;!” but as soon as I found out what it was, it stopped being weird… rather, it was kind of cool :D
Sometimes, It sucks to know that you’re best isn’t good enough. It sucks to know that no matter how hard you put effort into something, reality is gonna hit, and you’ll realize at that moment and tell yourself, “what the fuck have I been doing all this time?”
Super glue can fix shiet like crazy. I don’t even know why I never contemplated on using super glue to fix things before. A couple hours ago, I super glued this one little piece on my clarinet back. And now I think Ima get back to playing it, since it’s all fixed and whatnot haha. On a side note, I found my new addiction; Dark chocolate (acai) covered blueberries. It’s hecka delicious, only second to nutella, that is.
So apparently that “possessed” feeling you had when you fell asleep a long time ago, was just sleep paralysis. Lol, nothing more than that. It’s a start to Lucid dreaming I guess, if you realized you’re in a “dream” by then.
The ground congeals itself with the icy blood soaked body of the lacerated Succubus. As she slowly starts to get up from the ground, she bursts in mad laughter. “Hahahahahaha- You… How ironic… wounded by a power I know oh so well.” She heavily gasped for breath with each phrase. “However, it seems that I cannot afford to further waste my time with you lot.” She softly whispers an unfamiliar incantation and waves her hands through the air in a sleek like manner. “How boring… I thought I’d have more fun with you. Next time, don’t expect me to be so lenient.. Mhmhmhmhm.” She smiled a deathly smile and proceeded to fade into darkness like an inconceivable fog. Mikkaill rushed towards us and began to treat us as soon as possible. “Hang on there. Don’t move or you’ll strain yourself.” He quickly applied first aid and chanted the healing spell multiple times. In the middle of it all, Taekkyon went towards Punk’s body and dropped a pheonix feather that can revive any Miletian who has fainted and on the brink of “death”. “It’s… not working. Why isn’t he moving? That feather should have been giving him enough power to get back up!” Taekkyon shook Punk’s motionless body. “Wake up! Punk!!”
For a moment there was panic amidst the air. Then there was silence, as we hurriedly carry Punk’s body outside the dungeon exit and towards Dunbarton. As we entered the healer’s house, Manus began to treat him, but to no avail the breathless body lay stiff and soundless. “Hmmm… his body seems to be in fair condition. His vitals should be functioning perfectly fine judging from its anatomical status. It almost seems as if his soul is ripped apart from his shell, how strange…” He took a glance at the parchment of paper at his wooden desk, emblazoned with an intricate mabinogian design. He approached and quickly pulled up the quill from its ink bottle and proceeded on writing some kind of note. “Is he gonna be fine?” I asked in a worried tone. “Give me a second” spoke Manus as he continued to hurriedly write into the contents of the paper.
"Done." He rolled up the piece of parchment and handed it to the closest person, Mikkaill. Astonished hindered by suppressed calmness, he explained to me how once in a while, A miletian’s soul can be cursed by the fomors. "Although it only happens every other night in decades, when the moon of eweca aligns itself with certain aspects of the cosmic universe a few fomors are granted special properties to their power." He proceeded on looking at the direction of his cabinet, searching for something. He pulled out a vial of gray liquid from the bottom shelf, piled with other medicines, documents, and tomes. "If one were to consume the contents of this vial, they would be protected for a short while from such a curse such as the one that befell your friend. However, when this medicine is combined with the rare Umbra Orchid located in the Premises of Emain Macha forest, there might just be a chance to save your friend’s soul from drifting too far away and luring it back into his vessel." Taekkyon jerked at what Manus had just said and suddenly spoke impatiently "Then what’re we waitin for? Let’s go find the orchid before it’s too late!"
Zeikal, amidst the silence, finally released his contemplations “Unfortunately, we need something that may clue us into actually locating the Orchid, would you agree? Taekkyon?” Taekkyon hesitant and confused “But—”
"It’s fine, let’s hear what Manus has to say about it." Mikkaill spoke to Taekkyon with seemingly unhindered resolve to get the orchid.
It was hell, and when someone talked to me in English so casually for the first time, I didn’t know what to do but awkwardly respond in a hesitant manner. It was hell living my days back then throughout most of the entire year. Being branded as the weirdest “stepback” kind of guy you’ll ever meet, and under that circumstance, I made a few “legit” (My definition of that word back then, a little bit less deeper than now) friends here and there, but I wasn’t as close, never really hung out with them for real outside the premises of the school campus.
It’s fun or at the least, interesting, to look back to and compare my past self to what I am now as a person. I just kind of wish I wasn’t so behind in being “normal”. Heh, but things are as it is right now, can’t change that now can we? It’s alright I guess, thankful for the present and heads up on the future.