Last night’s nightmare

I woke up screaming, struggling to get out of the trap that was a cat on each side of me, drowning in a pool of my own sweat. I’m having a hard time explaining this one, but the gist of it is that I was fighting this guy. Kicking, punching, biting. And he would just smile at me. Not even flinch. I was so angry. He had burned down a house, killed people, was causing mahem. And I was trying to kill him before he could do anymore damage. And he was just laughing at me. And the more he was apathetic, the more angry I became.

But it was not him that made me so angry, it was what he represented. Sometimes in dreams, there isn’t an explanation, but you just know what something means.

In this case, I was fighting Mediocrity.


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