Not Again.

Oh, hello, nightmares. Welcome back. You've been gone long enough this time that I was beginning to forget what it felt like to have you around, and to hope that maybe you weren't coming back. I didn't miss you, you know.

But no, I couldn't be that lucky. So now I'm back on the evil carousel of dreams. I had almost stopped dreading falling asleep. I was sleeping more than six hours a night, and I liked it. Not any more, I guess.

I guess it was kind of appropriate for you to open with a classic, though it wasn't particularly original. Apparently plenty of people have dreams about their teeth falling out. Though you couldn't stop there, of course. I'll give you a hint, though - while the imagery is undeniably gruesome and horrifying, it's not medically possible for someone's gums and hard palate to fall off just because there aren't any teeth to hold them on anymore. Definite A for effort, though.

Judging by that, tonight should probably be something like bugs or worms living under my skin, and tomorrow some truly bizarre and random hideosity. Maybe living in a house made out of evil razor wire, so that everyone and everything that comes to visit me is cut up into pieces that chase me and cut me and drown me. It doesn't have to be that, though; I'm sure you'll come up with something more strange and bad than I could ever imagine.

I hate you. I don't want you here. I was happier without you. Go away.