Dream Hacking

I am a fairly normal individual. The only reasonable explanation for dreams of Freddie Mercury spiking a volleyball is that someone is hacking my dreams. I mean, I have no interest in leather volleyball. Do I?  No more eating chorizo and watching American Horror Story before I go to sleep!

Pinocchio Part I

The plan was to get as close to the vampire as possible, murmuring gentle truths to quell any lingering unease. They knew he was made of wood so he tried to look as rounded and dull as possible. Then he would suddenly lean in and tell the big lie. Staked!