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You know what would be awesome? If my brain didn't decide to conflate my biological father, the yellow-eyed demon from Supernatural, and all the date-rape horror stories I have ever heard.

The only way more of my greatest fears could be combined in a single dream would be if the figure in the doorway had been rabid. (Yes, I have nightmares about rabies. Don't judge me.)

Even yogurt is going to be hard to choke down for breakfast this morning.