Since moving back to Pcola, I've had nightmares every time I close my eyes to sleep. Doesn't matter if I'm sleeping for a full eight or a quick nap. The dreams are dark.
They're ridiculous too. One would think that nightmares would consist of scary things that go bump in the night. Those dreams would be a welcomed change next to the strange things that maneuver in my brain. Everything from my dog being kidnapped by an elderly couple that is into whips to superheroes chasing me.
It amuses me that my unconscious self thinks nightmares about dialing the wrong number for the police (611 instead of 911) is spine-tingling terrifying in comparison to demons disemboweling me. My mind is a goofy one.