Saturday, March 17, 2018


I was yelling in a conference room about the horror when I woke. The bed sheet was damp with anger sweat so I got up and had a shower.

I didn't dream just about the horror, there was a mix of personalities and predicaments including, bizarrely, a trip home via Dubbo. That last bit didn't make me mad, though. It was an add on.

My psych said I'd be rubbery for at least a week after I finished with the horror and she was right. Multiple bouts of acute anxiety and dreams infested with horror dross. 

And a road trip via Dubbo, we can't forget that.

I know dreams are the brain's way of storing and dealing with memories. But disturbing dreams being far more likely than good due to injury blows goats; I am proof.

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