Ben Folds - Narcolepsy
From the Ben Folds Live album.
I’m writing something based around this song, something I’ve always wanted to do. I’d love to make a video using it, but we shall see, Tumblr; we shall see. He’s my idol, really, so it’s gotta be up to par for such a song.
Anyway, if you’d never heard this song, listen to it. It is one of my all time favorites. The original Ben Folds Five recording is just as perfect, but I like this one slightly more. This has been music opinions with Dylan Sindelar. HAVE A GOOD NIGHT EVERYONE.
What I do when I’m left alone at the Shamhouse. (Or Watch Dylan Go Insane)
Note: this picture has been my exact view when I have woken up from all of these naps. I have also been alone at the house for three days. I do not experience these things while sleeping anywhere else or any other position, nor have I experienced sleep paralysis prior to the last several days.
I have fallen asleep on the couch for little naps several times over the course of the last three days. My head points towards the wall, so if my eyes are open I can see the foyer, Zuul, and the staircase leading upstairs.
The first time that I napped like this, I believe I experienced sleep paralysis, and could hear two people talking behind the couch in garbled speech. I could see Zuul’s head bend and look towards me. After trying my hardest to move, or yell, I believe I woke myself up and the room reverted to it’s normal state. That was a weird experience.
Well, last night and this morning, I ended up taking quick little naps here again. Both of those times, the situation was similar, but much more “horror movie.” Mind you, I’m laying on the same couch, in roughly the same position, facing the same way, with the same blanket when the following occurred. .
The second time, I could move my neck, and from what sounded like the upstairs, I could hear my name repeated in a girl’s voice: “Dylan Sindelar, Dylan Sindelar.” I actually had difficulty breathing that time.
This morning, during nap number three, it was pretty much the same deal, but the voice was louder. There were only two differences. This time Zuul appeared to be turning his head towards me in the way that dogs turn their head when they are confused. Also, the light on the staircase was on, and when I focused my eyes there, It appeared that the light at the top of the stairs had to be flickering because it seemed to be getting progressively darker.
Well, figuring it’s becoming a trend, I jokingly said to Carly, “I’m going to nap again and see what happens!” I don’t know what is going on with my head, but I’m apparently aggravating my own brain, because this time was the worst.
The dream prior to waking up was unsettling. I was in a movie theater with people from my past, all of which were not people I would ever want to be in the same room with. They began to yell at me for some reason, and so I left, attempting to find a bathroom. The second I left the theater, my body felt exactly like it did when I was struggling to move on the couch; the feeling is essentially pins and needles on every inch of your skin, like your body is bracing for something painful that never comes. I collapsed on the ground and couldn’t move. I can remember figures gathering around me and then I “woke up” in the same position on the couch again. (Whatever, though, it’s a dream.)
Whatever was going on with my vision caused the room to look like it was vibrating. Zuul almost appeared to be walking closer to the couch. I was struggling to breathe. The only place my vision could focus was the area of the staircase where it all goes dark. I heard the same voices from earlier speaking my name, but much, much louder this time. They also added a few more words to their repertoire: “Come upstairs, Dylan Sindelar.”
Right at the edge of where I can see the stairs, I saw something, like a hand or a foot or a head, flickering in and out from behind the wall like “cigarette burns” in a film reel. I struggled harder than I had before, attempting to breathe deeply. The weird thing is, it isn’t like waking up from a dream where everything switches to a new scene. Instead, everything just slowly fades back to normal. I woke up and went straight to writing this.
I know it’s some sort of sleep paralysis, but I have never experienced this before. In hindsight it is a lot of fun to think about, but in the moment it is absolutely not; I have not been that terrified in quite some time. I think I’m going to take another nap in a bit and see what happens.
The newest poster from the Romney Campaign.
Word has it that Mittens shaved his head and adopted the name of his idol the other night, following the release of a video in which he channels Andrew Ryan and essentially calls half of the nation parasites.
Bold move, GOP. We’ll see how it plays out.
So old, before we had a camera, or a slenderseries, or anything really. Think y’all will like it.
Gio Kraska, an epiphany to rock the ages
“When I make decisions, they are usually bad ones. So now, I just don’t.” #shamlife
Dylan Sindelar surrendered this morning. However, he vows vengeance against Alex Madden.
Alex, may God have mercy on your soul. It’s as if WWII was ended by France, sending in a surprise nuke, without letting the other Allies know before the launch.
If the iron dice of war must roll… ah, to hell with it.
Ours is a generation of distance. We decide whether or not we experience the pain associated with loving and losing. We build on relationships, but we distance ourselves from them enough so that if they end, we are left without regret or sadness. The bonds built through the internet are no longer things that we must disregard and shrug-off as ridiculous fantasy. Geography is becoming less of an issue. Real friendships are being built. Here’s to life.