Had nightmare again. Always the same. Vision pursues me like spectral hound across moonlit swamp. Always catches up with me, rending and goring my sanity with dagger-like teeth. Cannot escape.
Every night. Always the same...
The light dims and I am transformed. I am Triton: The Intercessor. An Archangel sent forth by God to smite Bub and his sinister legions of penis-shaped hand puppets.
The starfish are many. Too many. Cannot dodge all of them. Eventually, I succumb to their blood-sucking tentacles. Starfish latch onto chest. Feel Heavenly energies fading.
Struggle for what feels like an eternity. Darkest hour approaches. Tap into reserves and summon forth enough righteous fury to overcome foe.
The nightmare ends. LOLSCHACH awakens.
True meaning of nightmare eludes me. Subconscious attempting to convey deep, life-altering message. So cryptic. So complex. Despite best efforts, cannot decipher.
No doubt nightmare will persist, like vulture of Prometheus, gnawing at my liver for all eternity. Hurm.