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Cake day: October 12th, 2022

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  • When I was about 10, my digestive system just kinda halted. Doctors didn’t know why; I didn’t know why. It never happened before or since. But, they had me chug like a bottle of this stuff every day. Back then, (at least where we got it), it didn’t even have the lemon flavor.

    Anyway, thanks for the PTSD. (Joking… kinda)










  • Over the years, I’ve gotten more accustomed to my sleep paralysis episodes. (Partially because I’ve trained my husband to wake me when I hum in bed. I can’t scream, but I can do a dull, monotone hum.) The result has been my brain making my sleep paralysis demons move towards me faster. in fact, they’ve recently started full-on sprinting at me and jumping towards me in bed. I can even hear their feet pounding as they run down the hallway.

    Anyway, I do kinda miss it when they just hovered over my bed instead. So, I feel this comic.

    My husband didn’t know I had these episodes back when he first started sleeping over at my place. The first time I had one, I awoke him as I lunged at the air above me, seemingly trying to choke thin air. (For me, the paralysis always seems to lift “all at once.” And, at the time, I frequently felt the “demons” were sucking my energy. I wanted to stop them. I think this was my brain’s way of rationalizing feeling lethargic the day after an episode.)

    Anyway, my husband asked me “what was that!?” I groggily responded “she just wants our money I bet, hah!” and just fell right back asleep.

    He was confused and terrified. He kept talking to me until I woke up enough to explain what happened.


  • janNatan@lemmy.mltomemes@lemmy.worldmy smithers
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    This was my favorite movie growing up, and I quote it frequently despite not having seen it in years. One day, my husband (who has never seen it) said “wait, is this movie a comedy? I thought it was a tragedy?” …it’s both.

    Also “once it hits your prostate, you’re a goner” is very relevant right now.





  • I had a dream that my cousins and I were having a get-together at my aunt’s house, in the yard. My cousin, John, was the last to arrive and his car fell into a ditch as he was attempting to pull into my aunt’s driveway.

    We all ran to his aid. He got out quickly and yelled “I’m okay!”

    We all laughed. I said “Wow, this is just like old times! Everyone is here, even (my other cousin) Jane! … wait, Jane is here?”

    I look at Jane, and time stops. The color fades from the background, but she is still there in full color, smiling at me. I wake up crying.

    Jane (not her real name) died a couple years ago, and I have variations of this dream still.