Nothing exciting, really. This dream didn’t even have zombies, for fuck’s sake! It was the standard “I’m dead, and no one can see me or talk to me except my one roommate who’s too busy running errands to even call a paramedic or mortician to take my corpse away” kind of deal. Same old, same old.

Now, the cool thing is, that I realized I was having a nightmare IN the nightmare. Usually, this means I button mash up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, A, B, start and achieve godmode over whatever’s trying to kill me, but this time was different. While still completely in the grips of dreamland, I was able to take sentient control of my body and slap myself. Hard. It snapped me right the fuck out of the nightmare.

I logicked my way out of a nightmare and slapped myself awake. Then I went back to sleep.

Today’s gonna be a pretty good day.