… for a long time I’ve feared I might be slightly unstable. I’ve come to terms.
However, I continue to be plagued by vivid, often nightmarish in nature, dreams. I should write them down, sell them to Stephen King or Wes Craven and retire spending my reclusive days shuffling around my mansion in tissue box slippers.
The intensity of my dreams necessitates that I strictly guard the content of incoming information and imagery. I don’t mind shunning horror movies, its the news I miss. Just watching the 5 o’clock news can put me in state of apocalyptic doom for a week followed by fantastically gory nightmares.
It true, you know, what they say about what you let enter your mind. Dark and evil things are infectious and its best to avoid them all together.