the stuff dreams are made of...

This morning I dreamt that I was in someone's suburban basement infested with a demoniacal presence that was trying to torment me by torturing some cats. I raised my hands to it to ward off the evil and cast my palms out while I shouted, "Back! Back! Go back to where you came from! GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM!"

The best part about the dream was that it became so intense that I woke actually woke myself by saying in reality, "GO BACK...!"

It was awesome.

I have insomnia bunches and can only make myself sleep by taking melatonin sometimes. If I take too much then I have nightmares.  But believe me you, I've had some doozies and that ain't nothin'!

Sorry, no art. I'm bein' a punk.