The other day I dreamt I worked in a human meat shop selling to pigs. Scooped it up with a ladle, rolled it in paper, weighed it, threw it in a bag, “tHaanK yOu”.
They payed really good and I never had a complaint, I was super bummed out to wake up.
Yup, I don’t get nightmares anymore, only “nightmares”. Gore dripping from the ceiling, fires and poisons fill the air, and maybe my innards are now public decorations. The darkness soothes me.
IRL I’d freak the fuck out, but in Dreamland, it’s just another beautiful day.
I fall asleep to horror stories
The other day I dreamt I worked in a human meat shop selling to pigs. Scooped it up with a ladle, rolled it in paper, weighed it, threw it in a bag, “tHaanK yOu”.
They payed really good and I never had a complaint, I was super bummed out to wake up.
Yup, I don’t get nightmares anymore, only “nightmares”. Gore dripping from the ceiling, fires and poisons fill the air, and maybe my innards are now public decorations. The darkness soothes me.
IRL I’d freak the fuck out, but in Dreamland, it’s just another beautiful day.