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I had a frightening nightmare - a frightmare, if you will - last night. It was so frightening it woke me from sleep. It involved Steph (my best friend of 20 years) forcing me to watch Tim Burton's Batman with her.

In real life, I have always been afraid of Jack Nicholson's Joker. He freaks me the fuck out. In the dream, this was only amplified. I haven't seen the movie in years so I can't recall if there actually is a scene where the Joker makes a poisonous gas leak out among innocent victims, but in my dream, I was suddenly in a subway car and bright red smoke started issuing from the vents and I knew it would kill me.

In the dream, the Joker also was displeased with a large, anthropomorphic cat (think Gideon from Pinocchio, but live-action) and proceeded to break his kneecaps in a most gruesome and graphic a fashion. I asked Steph if we please, please, mightn't watch something nicer, like The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, but she insisted that I watch Batman, which in my dream, was just all scary Joker trying to get me.

So, no more yogurt cheese before bed.

In other news, our futon broke last night. It's been going for awhile and last night it collapsed from underneath Cheryl and Mushahid. Now there's just a large futon mattress on the floor at right angles to our couch, which is suddenly the primest real estate in the apartment...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:11 PM | shower me with attention