i've had this twice recently...i can't tell if im dreaming about not being able to move or if i actually can't move, it's really fucking weired.

last night was a shocker for kip...i'd nod off, imagine those sort of absurdities that zip into your mind as you are drifting off (thatcher stripping the wallpaper in the guest bedroom, wacky shit like that)and then sort of jolt awake again with that falling feeling and feel like my breath was taken away for a second. but it happened like 20 times in a row.

i think i'm done for...good for glue...ready for the ole scrapheap.