so
I set a timer on my phone for 20 minutes, as I lay down perfectly still with my eyes closed. I resisted all urge to move, and, when the bell rang, I found that, to my demise, I could not move.
I was trapped in my body and all of a sudden I threw up a bit on myself.
After I closed my eyes and dreamt of walking through a case of blue and pink cotton candy stairs.
Then I saw a black guy without a shirt, who in turn, was found to be Mike Tyson. He punched me in the jaw and then I stabbed him with a ball point pen in his neck.
After that I fell off of the balcony and flew at least five stories, and then I woke up just now in cold sweat.
Holy forget.
