I just had the most realistic dream I've ever had.
I had picked up this attractive woman at a pub and we had come back to my place.
We were just sitting on my couch making small talk when she stands up and starts to take off her clothes.
She had an amazing body, but she didn't stop with her clothing. She then started pulling at her flesh.
Every time the flesh pulled away a snake emerged. Hundreds and hundreds of snakes.
They just over took me. Vipers, Pythons, Cobras, Rattles.. Fuck.
The flesh that remained started to turn into scale-like armor.
She had an odd symbol on her head. It looked like a circle with a triangle in the center of it. (Anyone ever heard of this before within the fear mythos?)
The Contortionist was there. But he seemed like he wanted nothing to do with this woman, anytime he started to move the symbol would start to illuminate and he would stop dead in his tracks.
I fucking hate snakes.
But nobody was aware of that.
Until now I suppose.
I just thought I would share with all of this talk of fear and whatnot.
Until Next Time.