Sleep talking is a very real thing. I don’t have any secrets mind you, but I’ve recently freaked my son out whenever I snooze in the living room chair. He doesn’t think sleep talking is right. Continue reading
They can be just as whacked, if not worse than fever dreams. And BOY were my dreams whacked last night.
The only starting point I can provide is being at a friend’s former house. It was abandoned, and I was scoping the place out for some an upcoming documentary, and people I didn’t know were there helping me. I remember telling general stories about each of the rooms, until we made our way into a hidden attic. This is where the bizarre begins. Continue reading