“Damn, that was crazy.” Even the one I talked about didn’t wake me up out of fear or panic. I just woke up at my alarm going off, like nothing even happened.

I’ve never really dreamed, or been able to remember them at the very least. In all the dreams I do remember, except one, I die and/or the world ends. About a week ago, I had a very intense dream I remember very clearly. The whole dream was maybe 20 seconds. I was shot in the head. Fairly certain I did it myself. Entered the right side, exited the left, and then I fell over onto my right side. After the shot, I could feel the blood pouring out of my nose and mouth. Once I fell, I could feel my now mostly empty skull, and whatever meat was left inside, cool down as a gentle breeze took the heat out of my cranial cavity. I remember laying there thinking, “So that’s what it’s like.” And that was it. I haven’t had a dream since then.

This cat sleeps the way peter griffin dies

I do love the visual of a barista panicking about the wasp, but being unable to do anything about it until their coworker, who is also having a meltdown, types, prints, and applies the label to the cup before handing it to them to catch the wasp