My Issues i didnt know i had.

So, I’ve always been a bit of an eccentric weirdo. It’s not news to me—I’ve always known that. What I didn’t know was why I was like that. I’d spout off the most bizarre things, and it was just my normal. Like, whenever it was nap time, I’d dramatically announce, “Wake me up when the bad man leaves!” I had zero clue where that came from, but it was my standard nap-time mantra. It’s pretty wild that no one ever questioned me about it. Like, how do you just let someone casually say that and not go, “Hey, what’s with the bad man?” But, you know, c’est la vie.

Anyway, flashback to this camping trip at some park. We’re all snuggled in our tents for the night, and I have this intense nightmare. I'm not going to get into the gory details because, honestly, it was like trying to interpret an abstract painting—confusing and vaguely terrifying. So, the first night, I kept it to myself. Then it happened again the next night. Same nightmare. Same awful ending. Rinse and repeat. By night three, it was like a horror movie trilogy, but without the popcorn or the option to change the channel.

Finally, I confessed to Christine—and I’m pretty sure Lacy was there too, though my memory’s a bit foggy on that. We had this deep, philosophical discussion about my recurring nightmare and decided it was probably something I ate. Or maybe it was all the drinks I’d been having—back then, my diet was basically “whatever was in the fridge and whatever was in the cooler.”

Here’s the kicker: it wasn’t until Christine and I had split up that I finally figured out where my nightmare came from. Turns out, it was linked to something that had happened way back when—something I’d totally forgotten about until I started piecing it together. So, in the end, my strange dreams were just a blast from my own past, proving once again that my life is basically one long, confusing sitcom.