At Least They're Committed

I believe my dreams were quite average last night — a nice switch from the past few nights in the calaveras room. I suppose I ought not be surprised by the vivid, haunting, twisted dreams since I have the room decorated with colorful skeletons and a framed feature on La Muerte. But, man, my sleep has been fucked up. Putting babies in metal cages, their little fingers reaching through the wire, wading through stagnant water, bellowing and growling with my eyes bulging as large as saucers and my jaw distending grossly like a bad Legend movie or creepy Soundgarden video. There’s truly something evil in me and when I awaken it’s still there.