Before bed last night was pretty normal. I watched an episode of Brooklyn 99, had some herbal tea, read a few chapters from The Robber Bride, and tucked in early.
Little did I know I had the most disturbing nightmare waiting for me. It would flash between normal, sweet, pleasant things like deciding how I wanted to redecorate my childhood home AND scenes of corpses, floating in water, sewn back together (one of them still alive screaming out to me with her eyes) AND a lively party in a conservatory AND an indoor pool where a woman begs me to get help and shows me the orange ooze coming from her abdomen.
like this shit was straight up horror.
WHY BRAIN WHY
There is a reason I don’t watch horror movies. I hate them! So much! I was so scared when I woke up I went and got my tennis racket from the closet and slept with it because in my panicked, middle-of-the-night brain I could bludgeon someone with a fucking tennis racket.