03/18/2018
I don’t think I have yet.
Well, since the car is now totaled because of a rogue one and my ever-so-graceful sister, now is the perfect time for a lesson.
You hear the word ‘nightmare’ and probably think of waking up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, panting, shaking, and tossing and turning before being able to get back to sleep. Then you forget about it in the span of like ten minutes and pass back out back to lollipop sugar kingdom or whatever your happy dream place is.
Welp, you’d be surprised that that is only the outcome of interacting with an actual Nightmare.
A Nightmare is a spectral horse-type thing that swarm around lights like moths and feed off of the fear people have during the visions they create. Outside of slumber, though, they can turn into a person’s worst fear. This is where they’re actually more dangerous.
They’re a favorite of mine. Vaso used to call them ‘spook ponies.’ I have-had-HAD...okay, have one that I still sometimes MAYBE sleep with.
...why yes, I am 23.
Anyway, they like to swarm in street lights.
And Vaso, who already wouldn’t put her seatbelt on, had her window rolled down.
So, obviously, this foal went for the bigger of the two of us and the fears of her.
And it looks at my 5’11” sister, who can judo flip me like I’m an empty plastic bag, and turns into this bug:
It’s kinda cute, right?
Welp, Vaso is actually not the biggest fan of bugs.
And then my lovely sister KICKED ME IN THE FACE.
SO OF COURSE I SWERVED AND CRASHED.
CAUSE SHE
KICKED
ME
IN THE
FAAAAAACE.
PRETTY SURE IT WAS ONLY HALF ON ACCIDENT.
Now all of these Nightmares are scattered and freaking out and Vaso is cursing up a storm. I’ll be right back.