I had a nightmare last night and it was awful.
Yesterday was my grandmother’s 114 birthday. She passed away over 20 years ago. She was the nicest, sweetest, kindest person I’ve ever known. Everyone has that person that makes them think, that person is a saint. She’s that person for me. My Nana was a saint.
And last night I had a nightmare about her.
I was laying in bed but it wasn’t my bed. I was sleeping on my side. I woke up hearing a voice. It was Nana’s voice. It was coming from right behind me, over my shoulder. She whispered my name a couple of times and a few other things that I couldn’t make out and it terrified me beyond my ability to describe.
There was a ghost right behind me, talking to me. I wanted to roll over and see her but I was frozen. I couldn’t roll over but I was shaking in fear. I had to force myself awake. I couldn’t do it at first, but eventually I was able to, and I put an end to the awful experience.
What kind of an asshole has a nightmare about their saint of a grandmother on her birthday.
I suck. I suck more than any human (except trump) has ever sucked before.