I’m reading IT by Stephen King and I’m about 150 pages in and this old man is talking about how he was washing dishes and he hears laughter coming from the sink and it sounds like his dead daughter and then the laughter turns to screams and that’s when the ups guy decided to bang on the front door and give me a heart attack.

theparadoxmachine:

Look, Unconscious Brain, I love Larry Fleinhardt/Peter MacNicol too, but this is the second time in a week we’ve dreamed about him and it’s starting to get weird. 

Thanks Mom for asking me if the dreams were sexual in nature. Thank you for 1. Putting the weirdness in perspective and 2. Putting that thought in my head.

Greattttttt.

For the record, no, no they were not.