I absolutely loathe my subconscious right now. Sure, I've had days when I thought it wasn't very nice, or was incredibly strange and somewhat unpleasant. But right now? Right now I think it is evil incarnate, and I want to know how to get rid of it.
Why? Because for the past several months it has decided that tormenting me with dreams of major rally deaths is all kinds of fun and games. Needless to say, I do not enjoy this. Last night, though, it sunk to new lows. At three in the morning it decided that I needed to be treated to a wonderful dream of not one, not two, but six rally drivers killed.
I? I am a seething ball of hatred and loathing. I have no idea why my subconscious thinks that this is cute, but it needs to Get. Over. IT.
We will now return you to your regularly scheduled Sandpanther, already a grumpy ball of spitting hatred.
