New type of Nightmare
If you want to be like me, be sure to do the following.
1: Have insomnia sparked by nightmares for about two weeks.
2: Insist on catching up on sleep over the weekend based on pure exhaustion, fatigue, scotch, and perhaps some sleep medication.
3: Have an entirely new variety of nightmare.
4: Make sure it’s a fantasy D&D style adventure. UnHobbits. Named Nobbits.
5: Be the subject of human sacrifice where your heart is ripped out of your body and thrown into a blazing gold… uh… wok.
6: And while that’s happening, be sure that a snappy broadway style tune is being sung by a chorus of hundreds. Something on the lines of “He gave you his love, you give him your heart.”
7: And that would be … literal.
8: Have the sacrifical attendees wearing sequin miniskirts that look like fish tails.
I fucking *died* in this dream. I thought that wasn’t supposed to happen.
I had to consciously will my dream to continue so that the plot would continue to proceed in spite of my death in hopes that it would get better at some point.
I woke up before this could turn into any sort of a happy ending.
Oy.
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