My shrink reminds me to take the clonazepam he’s prescribed to help during times like this. I nod and say, “Sounds great,” but I don’t plan on doing it. Why do anything that helps?
creepy corner
Sleep paralysis, night terrors, waking dreams -- is it possible that sometimes it's something spookier?
I don’t mean dreams in which I lose my job or am broken up with unceremoniously. I mean blood-soaked hellscapes populated by a cast of sadistic and morally disfigured villains.