I took a nap on my couch this afternoon. It was oddly recursive; I dreamed I was on my couch napping, unable to wake up but still having a dream. The final dream was actually interesting. But only boring people force others to listen to their dreams.
I went and saw Adam today. I’m not sure what my opinion of it is. I did see some scary similarities between the main character and myself. Especially chilling was the similar size of his bed, and the exact same cover.
I’m going with the theory that he was an extreme case of Asperger’s. I don’t think I’m that bad.