Childs play motha fawka.

HI.

I keep having nightmares or wack dreams this week. Its like I am taking the freaking Chantix, but I am not, I don't even smoke. It is not fair!

I just had a nightmare about Chucky. I bet this nap was really short, but I mean I felt like chucky was chasing me for a good three hours. The dream was about how i liked some boy and was sad and was waiting at a theatre and then chucky is chasing me I wont even go into details.



I was reading this random book that I saw when i was waiting in line for a table at kramers, The back of it sounded just like me. It is called the highly sensitive person. And everything in this book explains exactly how I am. Amazing. It explains the reason about why sometimes i hesitate a second to talk to people because i get caught up in my own thoughts and such. And why I analyze and care about what other people are probably feeling way too much.... And my nervous system is sensitive to things other people are not aware of. Weird.

I just had a flashback of my childhood. I was into Horror films and comic books when I was little, I really had a thrill out of getting scared. I did not even know how to read well yet but I would go to Cherie's dads Comic book store and Buy Tales from the Crypt Comics all the time and then my dad would read them to me before bed because i made him. Then i would go to sleep so scared but I liked that thrill. I remember one Christmas I asked for a Crypt creeper doll that they had at spencers. My parents actually bought it. And then on Christmas I TOTALLY FREAKED OUT SCARED AS HELL of this doll, I hid it in a closet and at night i would be like oh my god the crypt creeper doll ahhhhhhh! Then one Christmas My little sister wanted a chucky doll. And she got it. AND I WAS SO SCARED OF THAT CHUCKY DOLL, We both were, We shared a room and it was like an adventure game trying to avoid that doll. I think eventually we cut all its hair off drew make up on it and threw it in the woods. Now im thinking of that creepy bald chucky doll thats burried in my back yard.

I think that there was a failure to communicate with me and my parents. I was a highly sarcastic Child but they always believed me because I was also anal and uptight and serious. So when I really wanted A Cabbage Patch doll or a malibu Barbie to cuddle with....


I got a ghool to hide in my closet.

Now ON a happy note I am remembering a toy I actually enjoyed. A teddy rupskin. I mean it was so cute. I cried out of happiness when I got it. Now can I just have happy dreams about cuddling with a teddy rupskin. K thanks.