This thread is mad gay. I woke up one morning in 8th grade and could have sworn somebody was standing by my bed so I threw a punch with everything I had behind it. . then hit my dresser, as that's all it was in the first place and my hand started bleeding and I'm now rocking a small scar from that.

Shit's nothing. You were probably just tired. Whatever. You tried to put your arm around the girl, I threw a punch. It's not a fucking "spirit." Tha Q doesn't know what the hell he's talking about. It's called "being tired."