A rarity indeed, but I had a nightmare last night. It’s a bit telling about my fragile eggshell mind that this is the thing that registers as a nightmare and not the blood and gore and apocalyptic duststorms that make frequent appearances otherwise.

But I dreamt that I was in an old cinema. Sort of like a amusement park too with the ticket booths and eerie smiles. Long lines and the chairs later were uncomfortable. And then there, on the stage, they projected a live show with the Joy Formidable. And they were pretty bad. The Joy Formidable! Insane, I know. They can’t be bad live. Impossible. But the fear was overwhelming I guess. In the dream I cried and got bullied by my friends who I had dragged along.

I’d take dying any day over this.