Hrm. Mildly disturbing but interesting nightmare that used my room's audio/the noise from my CPAP machine.
Can't remember the rest, but was an odd adventure of some kind, & I went to sleep again in the dream. Only to get assaulted as I lay in bed by paralysis, & a horrifying wind
It was dark, & I could only see partially through my black curtains, as this sensation of being trapped in this mental, & audible hurricane pinned my head & brain to the bed. I began to curse some Elder God while I fight the urge to get pinned while dark winds whirl all about.
I manage to fight the initial assault, though not easily, & get a bit of help figuring out the problem from someone else of why I'm being targeted by this horrifying wind that threatened my soul with its mental source.
I fall asleep again in the dream, & while.. Ah, a bit more.
I know the secret behind asshole corporate marketing accounts.
People who've worked in retail.
Every single day, another sliver of soul is lost to those ladies with That Haircut.
Another sliver is lost maintaining a fake smile in the face of joblessness.
More for every insult.
Behind every corporately enforced smile is a thought of strangling that mother fucker who misunderstands the concept behind the customer always being right.
A smouldering hatred for that silly son of a bitch screaming at you to get the manager because he don't have a receipt.
Everyone in retail is powerless to these harpies, & their incessant yelling, their impetuous cries to speak to the manager, each holding your job in their crooked talons, and worse haircut.
I'm a boomer here on the inside.
Lawnmowers are for me to ride.
And I'll crack one out, & sip it up.
Mow away..
I am old like the 90s bros
My niche carved in my soul made of stone
And I will crack one out, & sip it up..
EMBRACED BY THE MONSTER, I SIP IT ALL NIGHT
ENCIRCLED BY MOWERS, I RIDE
WHAT HAVE I BECOME
Now that I've betrayed, every drink I've ever sipped & pushed them all away.
And I have been a slave to the monster in my hand,
Is there something for me to sip in the ruins of this land
My land
I ever tell y'all about the time me, & Jason, had to stop @SuperNerdCate from summoning the wrong Elder God at her cousin's wedding?
So we just left Optimus' house with four gallons of sweet tea, & an old injun blanket. That's when I got a call from Cate, saying that she might need some help at her cousin's wedding if something terrible were to happen.
I immediately got worried.
"We don't have clothes."
"That's okay! It's just my cousin's wedding, she's having it at the Chick Fa Le!"
"So, uh, so what time is it."
"Oh about four hours from now."
"Can, we uh, bug you for a ride then, we're kinda-"
"Sure! I'll meet you there."
I'm pretty certain I didn't tell her where we were
I ever tell y'all about the time me, Jason of @GradedPointFive, helped @MulattoWitCheeZ protect his weed dispensary from a host of boomers who were angry about the new ID policies?
So we just pulled into Detroit with most of a bushel of the King of Bud.
Which was good, because Jason was starting to weird me out a little.
After taking a few puffs, he kept mumbling, "I am nearly one with the yee force. Mike, you don't understand, I am nearly one with yee."
Still, we needed travelling money, & if the few puffs that Jason was taking caused him to enter another state of existence were indicative, this weed was worth a lot of money.
So after we got off the bus, we took a taxi to go find where Mulatto worked. An inner city weed shop.