except when i am in my own dreams.

reality is often even more terrifying. no cool abilities. no flying away. just dealing with bullshit.

i woke up because my dad decided to snap mentally like my mom. he then tried stabbing me with a kitchen knife. In my dream.

the funniest part is that this could easily be a reality. the man is known to have a mood disorder on top of schizophrenia. thank god i just see shit in the dark.

i would rather have the most fucked up nightmare where severed heads can talk and be haunted by an actual ghost. than be me in my dreams.

fuck I've survived zombie apocalypses and would consider that less nightmare-ish.