Since Sunday night I've been bedridden with a pretty nasty flu. I'd be waking up every hour drenched in sweat, fever dreams, shivering, body aches, and hacking so bad I thought I'd vomit. Had to take three days off work to rest, and finally, finally this morning I feel about 70% better

Haven't eaten anything in those four days either and today I'm starving. So I took my dose of dayquil and ordered me some pizza.

The only good thing about being sick is getting to stay in bed and cuddle with my cats

One of the dreams I had involved me throwing a party at my dad's house. I had guests all throughout the place, yet I kept returning to the bedrooms and kicking people out of there.

Violent spirits showed up and starting haunting us ala Silent Hill. They'd appear embedded in walls, or I'd find bloody flesh hanging in the bathroom. I even had a spirit stalking me through one of the bedroom windows

The spirits started slaughtering my guests and lemme say, it was pretty graphic. People being sliced in half, heads ripping off, aha there was blood spraying everywhere.

All my guests were murdered. Then they came back from the dead and started attacking me. I wasn't outright killed, more like stalked and tortured, and kicked to the floor. I distinctly remember one of them jabbing box cutters into my stomach as I felt every moment of the pain.

I guess I was supposed to be sacrificed, but I woke up before they could finish.