Time itself is the real hallucination

I have had lucid dreams, more real than any day I have ever lived in waking consciousness.  Mine is a very active dream life.  I hallucinate. And waking, there is always that brief moment where I’m not sure whether I am awake or dreaming, whether I am drifting into or out of dreamland.  Sometimes, the final realization that I am actually conscious in a tangible, external world is a relief.  Other times, it causes excruciating pain.  Depending on the dream. Continue reading

If I could have any superpower…

Have you ever been asked the hypothetical question: “if you could have any superpower, what would it be?”  When I was younger, I used to want to be invisible.  Aside from the (perhaps) obvious reasons that a teenage boy would want to possess this talent, it seemed like the ideal ability because you could do literally anything you wanted to do, go anywhere you wanted to go, without having to pay, without being seen, without being judged.  And to a teenager, this seems just about perfect. Continue reading

Bring in the clowns!!!

Is there a reason people are so afraid of clowns?  Are you afraid of clowns?  Me personally, I have no aversion.  That’s because any clown stepping to me would get wrecked.  But I don’t have any problem with them.  A lot of people do, though.  There is even a big, fancy name for it: coulrophobia.  So what’s the deal? Continue reading

What’s A Good Present To Give A Werewolf? (dunce in peril!)

jacob werewolf

Do you know a good present for a werewolf? I’ll tell you why I ask.

Recently I was awakened in the night by the sound of howling. It was the night of the supermoon, as you might have known if you caught any news headlines smashed in between Libya and Charlie Sheen.

There was a dark silhouette crouched by the entrance to the tunnel. I don’t know about you, but when I wake to strange silhouettes in my sleeping habitat, I don’t immediately think that they have my best interests at heart, lovable werewolves like the shirtless Jacob from New Moon as the exception.

Actually, I take that back. Jacob appearing shirtless in my room would also not necessarily mean he had my best interests at heart. Continue reading