Entry tags:
(no subject)
I'm okay with NyQuil dreams being kinda fucked up. THAT'S fine. But that was only about half of what I had last night. The other half? Anxiety dreams! Full of "your enemies will befriend your friends and family and convince them all that you're terrible". I've got tangible real-life proof that people trying that ends badly for them and I've got some amazingly loyal people who love me, but goddamn my brain did NOT want to accept that last night. So rude, brain. SO rude.