B.S.S. 'Vending' & 'Snaggletooth'
Richard Gibson for The Dreamer
50s. A retired former Detective who was once hard-boiled, but has softened in his years off the job and loves his wife. But unsettling dreams interrupt his happy boredom, twisting it into a self-perpetuating nightmare.
- english
- male adult
Well, here I am. I haven’t had one I could remember in a long time, but I just woke up from the most vivid dream I’ve had in ages.
God, the sensation of suffocating, it was so...real. I started this journal in hopes of remembering more of my dreams, but I want to forget this one. I woke up screaming at 3am, grasping at what felt like a crushed windpipe. Scared the shit out of Babs.
My plan is to try not to sleep. I’ve never been much of a coffee drinker, so hopefully my body is vulnerable enough to caffeine to stay awake for a long time. I looked it up, and the world record for time gone without sleep is 11 days and 25 minutes. Is that enough time to figure out what the fuck is happening to me?
