"It's the fear of the dark, it's growing inside of me"

[shinga]

I can't remember what I dreamed last night, but it's still haunting me in my waking hours. That strange feeling that I'm still at risk from whatever what is in my head. Fear, a boiling passion lurking at the bottom of my stomach, anger... like I barely escaped a monster from my past and I know it's still waiting for me.

I'm wondering if the dream was related to PTRP as I recognize some of these feelings from those dreams, but there's something else too. Something teetering on the edge of my memory, like a monster in the corner of my eye that vanishes into the shadows as soon as I turn my head to look at it.

Today is weird.

Working on the comic and listening to music to sort of push this weirdness out of my head.