...Those nasty little hogoblins of our subconscious. I have very few of them, but the overwhelming majority I do have are very vivid and disturbing and fuck up my mood for the day like nobody's business. They are not nightmares...They are not fantasy...The are based on my reality and they twist it cruely and unmercifuly...loved ones dying or ignoring me just to name a couple...horrible, horrible stuff...Why can't I ever have good dreams?
