I talked about this once before, long ago. Actually, it was this post here. I really miss waking up in a cold sweat after a terrible dream concerning some kind of horrible monster. When I was 6 I dreamed of little men who lived on the walls. When I was about 8 I had a dream about walking into the kitchen to find a human sized turkey with a shotgun. When I was 11 I dreamed of a huge giant that squeezed the life out of me. When I was 12 I started dreaming regularly about orcs and Uruk-hai. Sometimes I was a badass that chopped them up (like Aragorn) sometimes I was a pansy that got eaten alive (like me).
When I got my own place and started living alone I started dreaming of burglars and ruffians.
Last night I dreamed about my job. We’re currently hiring at my work place and I dreamed that my immediate supervisor (who I actually like) informed me that they were also looking to hire someone to replace me. Now-a-days my greatest fear is losing my job or being rendered useless. 23 feels very old indeed.