Stress Dreams

They can be just as whacked, if not worse than fever dreams.  And BOY were my dreams whacked last night.

The only starting point I can provide is being at a friend’s former house.  It was abandoned, and I was scoping the place out for some an upcoming documentary, and people I didn’t know were there helping me.  I remember telling general stories about each of the rooms, until we made our way into a hidden attic.  This is where the bizarre begins. Continue reading