Sleep

Going 24 hours without sleep is never good. And trying to wake yourself up with coffee when coffee itself makes me all hyped up from the caffeine, is definitely not a good idea.

I start to say things. Weird things. Because I’ll think that I’m awake and talking to a friend, and then I realize I’m not. I’m dreaming (I’m not even sure it’s really dreaming, because it all happens in like half a second) a conversation between me and the person who is actually sitting next to me in Real Life. I caught myself just in time about to say something about a barber and a porcupine to my boyfriend, who had no idea that I was dreaming a conversation between us. I’m fine for a few more seconds, and then he says something funny to me, so I laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asks me.

And I realized I was imagining things, again. It was starting to get bad.

“I dreamed you said something to me I thought was hilarious. But I don’t remember what it was…” I furrow my brow in thought, and he laughs. “No, seriously! I can’t remember for the life of me!”

And then come the hallucinations. At least I think they’re hallucinations. I can’t find another way to explain them, other than maybe Shadow People are invading or creatures from other dimensions are popping up, and only I can see them. Or maybe they’re the ghosts of dead people. I really have no idea.

I sit at my usual spot in class, and as I watch, the blonde girl sitting before me turns around slowly, giving me a wicked, toothy grin, like she’s possessed or something. I open my eyes wider in shock. This actually opens them for real, and I understand that maybe I was dreaming again for a second. Because she’s just sitting there normally, facing forward and not staring at me at all.

Maybe I need to quit reading the Exorcist, maybe that’s it.

Last school year the same thing happened to me when I was sitting in the PUB. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone standing beside me, all in darkish colors. They picked up my phone and my textbooks off the tabletop and started messing around with them. But when I turned to reprimand them (as I had no idea who they were), there was no one there. There was no one even remotely close to the table at which I was sitting.

Weird things happen when you don’t sleep.

And when you do sleep and wake up at six in the evening, you think it’s morning, and wonder why everyone on your floor is so awake and talkative and playing musical instruments.

I understand it’s dinner time, and then I go back to sleep. I don’t want any more weird things to happen.