Lately, I’ve been finding myself at a seemingly constant state of elevated anxiety. I’m high strung, and my shoulder muscles are like granite. I’m trying to combat the anxiety head on — no caffeine, more self-permitting to rest and sit quietly, perhaps some valerian root tea at night — but one thing I can’t control is the dreams.

It seems that every morning I wake up to some new harrowing dream spectacle. This morning’s was a dream in the form of a promotional video about cryogenics, and post-cryogenic reanimation. I got to watch as a frozen body (who was clearly alive — eyes moving about and all that) was ressucitated, and then the head was turned inside out through its nostrils.

Like I said: little anxious these days!