I rarely remember my dreams. But every once in a while, my brain finishes its standard defrag cycle early and goes “ok, you ready to see some shit?”
Some have recurring settings, and while in the dream I recognize the setting as a place I’ve been before and remember how to navigate it. Yet I don’t think I’m lucid dreaming. I don’t have control over the plot.
I kind of get that. “Ghosts” were silly things on Scooby Doo, or the scary things in grown up movies (my dad let me watch Poltergeist when I was about 7). But they weren’t real. Then there were the scary/creepy/other things that felt real but had no definition.
Lol, wtf! That thing would be terrifying in the dark!
It’s your own personal Cenobite to watch over you. “The terror is so exquisite.”
I shot my shot. It didn’t go as I hoped. But I tried the thing (starting a business) and now I can have to move on.
I’m right here in the boat with you.
Some kind of hot drink is nice. The whiskey warms up the chest too. Hot showers are helping. I’m using the “boiling a frog” approach to getting the steamy water steamier as I normally can’t tolerate hot showers. And my new friend is a sinus irrigator, kind of like if a neti pot and a WaterPik had a baby. Battery operated pulsed water up the schnozz (using the premix packets of course). It’s helping to get the gunk out.
This is all in addition to liberal cough syrup and mucinex and Halls and Sinex.
I may need to give up and go to the doc.
It’s time had come and gone, and was a super cringy thing to say when The Office started. And cringy humor in tv shows wasn’t really a thing yet. The Office really pioneered the genre. The joke with Michael saying it was how out of touch he was.