My last post...

... makes me look completely fucking crazy. 

Oh well! 

Sleeping with Ghosts

I don't sleep in my bed anymore. One night I could've sworn someone crawled into bed with me but when I woke up there was no one there. I remember being in that really tired state where you give in to anything that people ask.  

That memory scares the shit out of me. 

A couple weeks ago the same thing happened. I sleep with with my dog, and I remember one night she got up, and I felt her around my knees and she kept moving. She'd just circle around, bumping into me. It was irritating as all hell. Finally I sat up and yelled at her to "Knock it off!"

I stopped. My dog wasn't there. I turned around and she was on the couch. She lifted her head and looked at me like, "What the hell?"

I'm not much of a believer in the paranormal, but I am aware of cosmic energy. How the Universe spends its time balancing everything to make sure that human beings don't step out of bounds and completely wreck space and time. I also believe in signs from the Universe. Evidence that you're on the right path (not good or bad, but the path that's right by you.)

I also believe in the dead. Not ghosts. Not spirits. But people who travel in a different plane of existence. Too dead to the world for the living to notice. 

When I find myself stuck in place, unable to move forward, I think of these static people. I hope to never get to the point where the dead keep climbing into my bed and I can no longer explain that there is someone still alive sleeping in it. 

What Ryan's listening to: "Despite what you've been told" by the Two Gallants