Dream last night: I was home alone when a serial killer broke in and started smashing my head in with a hammer. I could tell that my skull and face were getting pulverized, but I was fighting back with a vengeance. When I called desperately for a time out, my attacker was absolutely shocked but conceded, and I proceeded to ask whether my face was already so far gone and fucked up that even the best plastic surgeon would be unable to fix me (because I would stop fighting and just let her finish the job if that were the case). She was speechless for a sec and then told me that if I somehow survived my injuries, someone could probably just about fix my face. Like any sensible person would, I started fighting again then and taking more blows from the hammer til my head was just about mush and I woke up.
Edit: Oh, by last night, I mean yesterday morning. Just trying to get this brain dump posted before I go to bed today (yes, at 7:42am) and have the memory erased by brand new nightmares. 😆
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