Stephen

Woke up this morning feeling like rubbish, the reason being that I slept like rubbish. My dreams have been very unpleasant of late and today was no exception.

It was horrible. I was bolted down to some sort of high chair. Bolts going through my arms and legs, piercing the flesh, blood streaming out of me from those wounds. I was horrified, to say the least. Then someone force-feeding me letters out of a book, like dry alphabet soup, until I started choking. But they just kept pouring it in, pouring and pouring until I was suffocating. All the while, my shadow is laughing at me. I woke up screaming in sweaty sheets, trying to push whatever it was away from me. It was like Alice in Wonderland by American McGee.