I haven’t had nightmares in forever.  At least not ones that I can remember or vivid.  And in the past two weeks I’ve had two insanely vivid nightmares about rats to the point I woke up.  The first time I sat up in my bed and my heart was beating insanely fast and last night I literally got out of bed and said what the hell is going on loud enough that my dad asked me if I was okay. Continue reading “The only rat I appreciate is Master Splinter” →