When I was young, my nightmares consisted of creative, original, thought-provoking fears. Trees would envelop me and drop dynamite. Dinosaurs would chase me. The ground itself would fall out from under me into a never-ending black void.
Last night I had a nightmare that one of my fillings came out and the dentist wouldn’t accept my insurance. Then I got termites.
Even my subconscious mind is boring.
So it’s official.
I’m old.
© 2010–2012 Powered by Tumblr
