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The other night this multi-colored LED light thing in my bedroom spontaneously turned on at about 3am. Its this little magnet thing about the size of a pencil eraser. Now why it suddenly turns on after being up there for about three years is beyond me. Except I knew what it was and it really just turned on cuz it was like this telekenetic dream-race type thing I had going on with this witch doctor who lives in mozambique and we play games on each other and do that whole I bet you can't do this game all the time during the night. Dont think he won as he couldn't turn that little light back off, which is a shame. Having to get outta bed like that when you're not really all there is dangerous. Like walking across the room is scary. Things are all out of proportion and the rules which you just were breaking a minute ago are all in force now that things are moving on that level and stuff hurts and hits back when you bump into it and stuff.

Not like that time at the inflatable elephant slide. That was cool. It was red and grey and all poofy like a marshmallow, except that it wasn't sticky or white or really like that except for a little. Though there was lots of the bouncing stuff going on. Now that is like the stuff we used to get when you got really great fabric softener and then took your socks out of the dryer and they almost jumped out of your hands and arms while you carried them and they was all hot and fluffy like some kind of semi-rabit chinchilla but without the biting. So more like a chinchilla marshmallow in the end if you can understand it.

It goes from that kind of chinchilla-marshmallow back to the cold hard edges of modern living reality like in a few seconds and the old brain is not working quite right yet and next thing you know you're running into things, walking into the wall and pretty much stumbling around like some kind of crazed drunken fool on mescaline.
Which aint all bad if you were really doing that, but since you aren't it is all bad. Bruises are real. They also got to be explained to you and your friends the next morning. Nobody and I mean nobody likes to hear stories about how you got into a knock-down drag out fight with a witch-doctor from mozambique and won but ended up looking like you got your bell rung by some telephone call at 4am saying that somebody you know is now dead. Now do they?