Irony and Self-Deprecation

Last night I had a dream that I was living in the movie, SLC Punk (I haven't seen that movie in years), and Salt Lake had turned into a literal hell on earth. It wasn't all fire and pitchforks, but it just felt wrong and empty. It reminded me of the acid scene from the movie, but not because of how it looked, just how it felt. It was night, but for some reason I knew that it wasn't just night, it was always dark and there was no more sun. There were fireworks for some reason. Also, it took place in a cemetery that had a jungle gym in it. My nightmares when I was little were usually set on jungle gyms. I haven't had a jungle gym dream in years, so that was pretty weird. It was a creepy dream, but it was kind of cool too, mostly because I was hanging out with the characters from SLC Punk, and they were really enjoying themselves.

And now you know, and don't you feel special for getting a pretty boring glimpse into my fucked up subconscious?