Reason #147893 Why I'm Insane

I just remembered this dream I had last night. Or more, I just remembered my middle of the night adventures. Before I went to sleep, I discovered another huge spider in my room. Now, I like a certain kind of spider (the vagrant, mentioned in several blogs) because they like to flee from me. They are also mainly legs. This spider, the initial intruder that let me know how infested my flat was, is a tunnelweb and has a huge butt. Or whatever they call the butt-like things on spiders. Its massive body worries me. This results in less than restful sleep.

Still, I read until I was near passing out from exhaustion and fell asleep. Then I dreamt that I won 10,000 dollars. Well, naturally, I woke up just enough to think of what I'd do if I had ten thousand dollars. No, like really. I was budgeting my winnings that I was well aware didn't actually exist. Those are problems. Then, I could have sworn I heard rats in the ceiling. I guess this is a possibility. I had an entire issue of whether I thought that my upstairs neighbors smuggled in a cat (pets aren't allowed here), whether there were in fact rats, if they were rats or mice, and if I actually cared. I mean, I am pretty sure there aren't holes in my ceiling. But only pretty sure. Then I shook myself from my reverie and decided I should get up and go to the toilet or something. But then I remembered the movie, It. I haven't seen that movie in a long time. Actually, I haven't seen the movie since my brother conned me into watching it when I was little (probably the reason I still fear all scary movies to date). There is the one scene where blood bubbles out of the sink. What if blood bubbled out of the sink when I went to wash my hands?

Then I thought... well, would I be scared of it if it were daylight? Now, realistically, probably. But still, then I figured if I were a mythical thing designed to feed on people, I would make sure that I would especially come out if people were scared. It just makes sense. Like The Ring. Crap. Then I was thinking about the girl from that. Would she come out of my computer screen like she would a TV? I mean, does she really distinguish? Because that would really help me out. But then I remembered, why am I worrying about fictional things when there could be rats above my head? Then I remembered at my old house (the one in Tosa, for those keeping up with the rapid Jorgensen move-fest that has been the past few years) how either my dad or my brother (feeding on my easily scared thing) told me the attic was haunted. And I had a loft. I couldn't decide if the noises were squirrels or dead people. I was awfully close to that ceiling. Later, my dad told me that if there were dead people, they would have only been knee deep in house: it was a really short attic.

I wondered then if the rats would turn out to be only knee deep in my ceiling. Then I laughed, comforted, and fell asleep.

I told I was crazy. I didn't even remember this until now... before I head to bed again. Shoot.