I somehow got a list of birth certificates listed by father. It turns out that my dad fathered a child in 1963, and I decided to track this child down. I managed to find them, and when I walked on to my half-brother's farm, I realized that I wasn't actually walking onto the farm, but was actually watching a documentary, and the list of birth certificates I had was actually a TV program listing.

The guy who I thought was my half brother was being interviewed about his dildo farm. He thought that sexual prosthetics should be more accepted, and he was doing his part to try to bring this about by using them for all kinds of things around the house. He had hanging planters made out of dildoes, his fence was made out of them, shelves, etc...

The program then changed to another program called "Light Circles". It started with a shot of a truck pulling out of a dock at just about sundown. Then time started to speed up, and you saw the first street light come on. As each street light came on, the shot zoomed back until you could see the entire city, then the region, and finally that cool shot of the earth at night. I think the TV show was British.

Just a quick note of explanation... I'm fairly certain that the dildo house thing got stuck in my head from last Saturday when my roommate managed to convince everybody (including me) that when he was an Industrial Engineering student he had an internship doing quality control at a dildo factory. He had me going, and I think the rest of the folks who were over still think he did...

Food: Taco Bell, eaten at around 8:00 PM
Alcohol Intake: None
Smoking: Probably 3/4 of a pack
Went to sleep: 9:30PM, with aid of a Tylenol Simply Sleep. Still didn't get to sleep until probably close to 11:00
Sleeping Position: On back.
Recent sleep patterns: All messed up for the last couple of days. Up late on Friday night, and all night Saturday. Napped off and on most of the day on Sunday.

Silly dream, and I only remember one fragment. I was standing in front of my kitchen sink, which was clogged. There is a knock on the door, and it is a plumber. He takes a look at the clogged sink and pulls out a bottle of Liquid Plumber. He then pours it down the drain. Nothing happens. "Don't worry, I've got an ace up my sleeve," he says. He then pulls out a bottle of Professional Strength Liquid Plumber and pours it down the drain. "You've got to be careful with this stuff on plastic pipes," he says. Nothing happens to the drain clog. He presents me with a bill for $900.

Food: Chinese, eaten early
Alcohol Intake: None
Smoking: Fairly heavy. Probably over a pack that day.
Went to sleep: 1:45AM, later than normal.
Sleeping position: On back.
Recent sleep patterns: Over the weekend I had been camping, and not sleeping much.

I had trouble getting to sleep, and was listening quietly to the BBC World Service. I kept starting to fall asleep, and then forcing myself to wake up a bit and listen to the radio. I'd guess I fell asleep at around 2:00AM. I think I had the beginnings of a dream, but it quickly transitioned to a bout of sleep paralysis. It had probably been a year and a half since my last occurence of SP, and I had since done some research into the condition. Hoping to transition to an OBE/lucid dream state, I tried to relax past the fear that the paralysis induced.

I did manage to calm down a bit when I became aware of a buzzing low in the back of my head. I became aware of a presence just outside my field of vision. It seemed to me that it was a ghost, definitely a malevolent presence. I imagined that it was a stereotypical Halloween ghost consisting of a white sheet, and I was able to see the very tips of the fluttering sheet on the edges of my field of vision, kind of above, behind and slightly to the right of me. I also noticed the ceiling fan above my bed swinging wildly back and forth, almost as if one of the blades had come off and it was badly unbalanced. It looked like it would come crashing down any second.

Fear started to rise, first about the impending crash of the ceiling fan, which would no doubt injure me badly. I was aware that I did not believe in ghosts, and had nothing to fear from the presence, but at the same time terrified of it. I started trying to move by rolling to my left, but felt like I could roll no further than up onto my left shoulder (though I remained immobile). I started trying to shout, and after the third attempted shout again was able to move.

I sat up, fully conscious, fully mobile. The ringing continued in the back of my head, and the ceiling fan still seemed to be moving more than it should be. I got up and got a drink of water, turned the radio up a bit and was able to get back to normal sleep in about thirty minutes.