If you’re a softy like me when it comes to family and children, I’d advise you to skip this post.
When I dream my brain goes to some crazy places. Most of the time I can trace back the epic stories to some catalyst during the day. When I did Walking Dead binges my dreams would start off with some predictable zombie scenario but then spin out into these crazy places. But almost always I can pin point the inspiration.
The few times I can’t are usually the nightmares. Unlike the epic adventures, these almost seem to stem from some otherworldly influence. Some dark force creeps into the room and implants the seeds of those bottomless dreams. Corridors of horror that only lead to more corridors, endless doors into the blackest of the black.
Last night was one of those. Continue reading