The devil works in mysterious ways.

I’ve read text in a dream. Short words and sentences. For instance “love you” in a fogged mirror. What gave It away to me was that there wasn’t a shower in the bathroom. I lucid dream, but I don’t have the best control over it.

Fighting in my dreams is usually more like Mortal Kombat with an endlessly refilling health meter. Brutal attacks that do nothing.

Shit, that happens to me on a weekly basis because I forget to lock my eee:;5788 on I live mannequin pants ggggg 674566;-&_+(6 the devil is tongue punching my asshole &+$76546???

Watching infrastructure fail is a daydream, not a real dream.