A part of me finds it quite fun that often the first impression people are going to get of my music on my bandcamp page is one big uncompromising neo no wave track with a name that's not playground-proof at all. That part of me is surely going to render me penniless and destitute when I'm at death's door but at least I know that part is going to be having a real good time.
Anyways, the sleep paralysis story is very real. I suppose the fact that I had a crochet blanket over my face made it a lot easier for my brain to simulate my surroundings with my eyes closed. All the freaky stuff was just out of view and I just had a spattering of view of the wall and ceiling. Beforehand I'd always wondered what those were like.