So I had a nightmare last night
I woke up in the wee hours this morning in a cold sweat.
In my dream, my parents had joined a newfangled cult and one of the cool “features” was the surgical removal of their hands in a “welcoming ceremony for our visitors.“ Some extra-terrestrial sadists or something.
WARNING: Any organization wishing for you to intentionally remove your hands surgically is a monumentally stupid idea. Thanks, I’m here to serve.
So the big woo of the whole thing involved my parents waving their no-longer-extant fingers in the air in a sign of welcome to our alien guests. Naturally I woke up feeling nauseous.
Okay, I’m a big boy. I understand the difference between a bad dream and an unholy nightmare. I know how to calm down after that, too. You let the dog out and go watch TV with your son who’s apparently up early.
I go into his room nd he’s channel surfing since there’s nothing on that particularly grabs him. He settles in to n old standard, Thomas the Tank Engine. Aaaaand….
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