In a time where satire lags behind real events and dystopian fiction has become the best predictor of the future of the world, nightmares are but normal dreams.

My wife has been dealing with a lot of sleep paralysis lately. The other night she just told her sleep paralysis demon, “I’m too damn tired to deal with you right now.” And just went back to sleep.

Me literally fighting for my life in my dreams and somehow still being less stressed out than when I wake up and have to go to work.

“And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The dreams in which I’m dying Are the best I’ve ever had”