Worst night for me would be when I was about 13, I hallucinated that I was stuck inbetween a newtons cradle, so every time I closed my eyes I imagined I was being crushed by a great big steel ball. I also slept-walked that night, and that really freaks me out.
On the opposite side of the spectrum, I was on holiday with my best friends (of the time) after we finished school, and the sky on the second night was perfectly clear. There was millions of stars and awesome colors, and we counted something like 25+ shooting stars. We just laid down outside our tent for the whole night.
On the opposite side of the spectrum, I was on holiday with my best friends (of the time) after we finished school, and the sky on the second night was perfectly clear. There was millions of stars and awesome colors, and we counted something like 25+ shooting stars. We just laid down outside our tent for the whole night.