Doom Dreams

[Drunk Monk]

Just as I nod off, I instantly go to Dreamtime. I’m turning off my parents’ magnovox, which I’ve had on constantly when I’m here alone because the sound masks the discomfort I feel while here. But it’s dark (which is a Dreamtime thing because in the common world, the magnavox frequency gauge lights up). I can’t figure out the dials in the dark. There are over a half dozen of them and I struggle to turn it off.

When I finally solve it I snap awake and my brain circus is inundated by the lions and clowns or worry.

Psychoanal: I gotta get the fuck out of this house today, if only for a moment…it’s suffocating me.