Once, when I was younger (so much younger than today-ay-ay), I had a dream about a circus.
A lovely circus it was, too. Oh, and I was naked.
I was walking around this circus, looking for some clothes/fairy floss, just minding my own business, when I felt something tugging on my arm.
I looked down at my arm. Nothing there... This must be something in the real world, I guess.
I woke up, to find a small, malevolent creature, a floating doll or something, pulling on my arm, presumably for it's own nefarious purposes.
And ever since then, I haven't been able to sleep without my arms tucked safely beneath the covers.
Oh, until last night, at least.
I was lying on my bed, listening to Roy Orbison (no, really.) and kind of tripping out. I hadn't taken anything, but I could feel my being sort of.... slipping a few inches lower than my body, such as one might feel after ingesting nutmeg... perhaps it was the cheese I had on my two minute noodles... it looked kind of greenish.
Anyway, I figured... what sort of malevolent spirit would attack while Roy Orbison was playing... I mean... you'd be the laughing stock of the malevolent spirit world.
Also, it was too fucking hot for childish superstition.