

There’s one instance of nightmare from my childhood that is too vivid to forget. It involves my failed attempts of running away from a monster at school, and then in the neighbourhood, and then at home, and then get myself in an asylum but it still waits for me on the ceiling.
Then I realized I was actually too focused in reading a novel about running away from the monster … that’s a relief. I closed the book and open the door … and saw the monster is waiting for me.
Then I realized I was actually in the dream.
But no, it’s not recurrent, and never again thank you very much.
These kind of whatever-powered risk management is getting out of hand. Recently I made my first twitter account cause now you need one for lurking and I got insta-perma-banned for “attempting to evade banning”.