Spent time in the physical world today and you fools have really given me some, um, healthy bedtime material. ππ€‘s assuredly will haunt my dreams.
When I was younger, I was terrified of matadors and the people who threw the tassels into the bull. And so, when I would get my night terrors, I would sleep ram into things thinking they were matadors. This was fine if it was a blanket or a stuffed animal, but the final time it was a locked door. Now, I have scars running through my eyebrow from trying to run down a doorknob in my sleep π π₯²
