Guys, I am kind of hyperventilating just thinking about this, but a woman in Portland, Oregon, is stuck in between two buildings, after falling while climbing. Nobody’s really sure what the woman — who is allegedly in her 20s — was doing when she fell, but my guess is something dumb like parkour. Either way, there’s rescue crews on the scene who are cutting a hole in one of the walls of the Gretchen Kafoury Commons in order to try and pull her out. In the meantime, she’s stuck in the hole, hanging, and has been there for nearly four hours. Keep reading »
Almost every night this week, I’ve woken up in the middle of the night with some heinous nightmares. One night, my good friend, who’s about to get married, told me the wedding was off because she’d decided to date one of my exes, in another, I was being held at gun point, last night, my house was getting submerged with toxic water. I woke up gasping, with cold sweats.
I think, for many of us, when we have a realistic seeming nightmare — that someone is going to die, that our partner is cheating on us — our first instinct is to think: Is this going to come true? Or, if the nightmare is more out there, we think: Is something really bad is about to happen? Keep reading »
A few nights ago, I watched a giant spider slowly creep across my bedroom wall, leering at me with eight beady eyes. I held my breath as its hairy legs traversed framed pictures, approaching me with increasing speed until it finally leapt off the wall and landed in my hair. I screamed and madly raked my hands through my hair, trying to get it off me. When it wouldn’t budge, I ran across the room in a panic, trying anything to untangle it from my hair, but suddenly there were more of them: little spiders streaming onto my forehead and lowering down into my eyes.
I woke up on the floor of my closet, hyperventilating, with a nasty scrape on my arm from where I had bumped into my dresser. This was the worst nightmare I’ve had lately, but it definitely wasn’t the only one. In fact, I haven’t gotten much sleep at all the past couple weeks… Keep reading »
This is going to be my last Breakup Diaries column, I think. I feel like I’ve reached an end to the deep mourning process that is a breakup and with 2009 being a new year, I’m ready for a fresh start. While my mind feels ready for that, and my body too (thanks $527 make out!), my dream life apparently hasn’t gotten the memo. Since the breakup occurred, I’ve dreamed about my ex, in some way, at least every other night. And it’s starting to piss me off. Keep reading »