An experience I don’t care to repeat.

I think I might be weird, because I love getting sleep paralysis. I’m sad that it doesn’t happen to me very often anymore. Same with nightmares, at least when the subject isn’t something that makes me sad.

A lot of my taste in art and what I find compelling in general was shaped by surreal and terrifying cartoons like Courage the Cowardly Dog, and I think that’s partially why I enjoy it. There’s a weird feeling of catharsis I get from coming out of an intense state of fear and realizing it was all fabricated by my mind, and as a bonus I sometimes come away from it with a small story that’s intensely personal to me.