It's such a bitter form of refuge

I was late to work today because a dream over-ran, a dream in which, try as I might, I could not escape death at the hands of a masked man reminiscent of Friend in 20th Century Boys.

In one "scene," I discovered that he had transformed Kal Penn into a swing carousel — chopped limbs swung around a live head and torso.

I should turn my dreams into a webcomic.

One thought on "It's such a bitter form of refuge"

  1. From the sounds of your dreams, if JLo could go explore the deep recesses of your mind (e.g. The Cell) she would be quite frightened indeed.

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