I am Gollum. There is no other explanation.
Posted: 2003-06-29 03:55pm
OK, so at the weekend, we watch the Two Towers, as it happens to be screening at a private cinema (we, being me and a few of my mates who were visiting Lancaster). Saturday night, everyone's packed into my room like sardines in a can, I have the bed, 3 of my mates are on the floor, we all gradually drop off to sleep.
At 1.30 am, Sunday Morning:
My Perspective:
I "wake up". I am crouched on the floor in front of one of my mates, approximately 2.5m from the place where my head should have been. I react on instinct, but for some reason, my instinct tells me that leaping backwards would be a good plan. I do so. I jump approximately 1m backwards within half a second of opening my eyes. I land neatly in a combat style crouch, right on top of my other mate's shoulder. I wake up a little more. I cant figure out what's going on. I mumble what I think are some apologies and go back to bed. I wake up in the morning, I think its a dream until I ask my mates about it.
Their Perspective:
They wake up to see me crouched on the bed, they ask me what I'm doing but get no reply, I jump from the bed landing approximately 2.5 m from where my head originally was (although isnt any more), I then jump backwards, landing 1m and on top of my mates shoulder. She is barely awake, they ask me what I'm doing. I mumble some vaguely coherent words about seeing something on the television, and go back to bed.
The rest of the University sleeps on, oblivious...
I can't believe it. That's the first time that's happened to me, that I know of, somehow, I managed to hurl myself out of bed whilst still asleep, to wake up but still carry through with whatever it was I was dreaming about, and then to attempt to offer an explanation from a semi-conscious state. I am very scared about this, it makes me wonder whether for the past year of University, I have been bouncing round my room at 2 in the morning.
There is only one possible answer, driven mad by constant exposure to Lord of the Rings, I come under the delusion that I am Gollum, and that whatever I saw on the television, had the preciousss.
Help me...
At 1.30 am, Sunday Morning:
My Perspective:
I "wake up". I am crouched on the floor in front of one of my mates, approximately 2.5m from the place where my head should have been. I react on instinct, but for some reason, my instinct tells me that leaping backwards would be a good plan. I do so. I jump approximately 1m backwards within half a second of opening my eyes. I land neatly in a combat style crouch, right on top of my other mate's shoulder. I wake up a little more. I cant figure out what's going on. I mumble what I think are some apologies and go back to bed. I wake up in the morning, I think its a dream until I ask my mates about it.
Their Perspective:
They wake up to see me crouched on the bed, they ask me what I'm doing but get no reply, I jump from the bed landing approximately 2.5 m from where my head originally was (although isnt any more), I then jump backwards, landing 1m and on top of my mates shoulder. She is barely awake, they ask me what I'm doing. I mumble some vaguely coherent words about seeing something on the television, and go back to bed.
The rest of the University sleeps on, oblivious...
I can't believe it. That's the first time that's happened to me, that I know of, somehow, I managed to hurl myself out of bed whilst still asleep, to wake up but still carry through with whatever it was I was dreaming about, and then to attempt to offer an explanation from a semi-conscious state. I am very scared about this, it makes me wonder whether for the past year of University, I have been bouncing round my room at 2 in the morning.
There is only one possible answer, driven mad by constant exposure to Lord of the Rings, I come under the delusion that I am Gollum, and that whatever I saw on the television, had the preciousss.
Help me...
