Bless This Mess.
Dream: My harmless hipster poet neighbor from downstairs, robbing my Grandmother's house upstate, in a rather threatening and sinister manner.
I'm getting quite sick of nightmares. Never in my life have I had them, especially not so frequently as I have been lately. And never so bad that I would actually wake up in a panic.
Thank goodness for drunk roommates up at 3 in the morning to drink spiked hot chocolate with and calm me down.
I'm getting quite sick of nightmares. Never in my life have I had them, especially not so frequently as I have been lately. And never so bad that I would actually wake up in a panic.
Thank goodness for drunk roommates up at 3 in the morning to drink spiked hot chocolate with and calm me down.