Then, I had a horrible dream. The details are faint, but I remember a report about my youngest brother’s dead body. Cut to a shot of a skeleton that looked as if it had been gnawed to the bone by wild animals. The bones were coated in blood, fat, and ligaments. Half of the face was still intact, and it was clear that it was my youngest brother. His eye was open and lifeless, and my mother was in tears. Jesus, it was fucked up. I became enraged. I was ready to hunt someone down and exact revenge when I woke myself up. It reminded me of the white whale.
I told a friend and he said I’m a weird fuckin’ guy, which is more true than he knows.
Another dude came by to tell me about a dream in which we fought head crabs. I seem like the kind of guy who would do well in that sort of fight against parasitic aliens from another dimension. Survival ‘n all.