DANGER!: EpicFU Known to Cause Nightmares

Scenario: stayed up kinda late (2:00am) kinda working on an English paper on Nietzche among other things... excerpted here for relevance.

"Freud discovered this upon peering into man's subconscious. There, he found the soul of man, exerting it's influence through subtle manipulation of conscious thought and action, constantly communicating in an obscure language of symbols and impressions, the same language employed by James Joyce to entrance his audience and embed layers of meaning below their conscious comprehension."

This is the last thing I wrote before bed.

It was getting late, so I projected the latest episode of EpicFU on the ceiling above my bed, thoroughly consumed and enjoyed, and fell asleep reading Jorge Luis Borges. This proved to be a lethal subconscious cocktail, for no sooner does my consciousness slip than I am immediately immersed in a dream world of densely packed information and shadowy, invasive, and malicious forces. I've had these types of dreams before, where I seem to be awake and moving about my house (or one similar to mine) with full motor and sensory control coupled with an intensely creepy feeling of inescapable forces lurking around every corner and behind every dark window. this feeling does not go away upon actually waking.

I've actually been wrestling with a lot of things recently, not the least of which is reinvesting in a more complete understanding and use of technology and internet culture. (I vacillate)

In this particular dream, one aspect is that I now work for EpicFU, and parts of my house have been added to the immense EpicFU compound. The entire internet is there, and all of the scary parts are seriously fucking with me. I've made a bad impression and am not well-liked, despite all attempts to be clever, witty, charming, intelligent, helpful... none of the light-switches work and I can't find a safe place to actually sleep. some rooms are as disturbing and disjointed as the videos shown here and the characters (slightly dark, realist mascots, a guy in a chicken suit) want to chase me as soon as the credits finish rolling. Lots of other things happen, in rapid random fashion. I'm finally about to leave and have even made it outside the door when the phone rings. I rush back in to answer it. (my front door, my computer desk, all in their right place, very real, as if I were standing there, in my own house, though we don't have a stationary land line) and intead of "EpicFU" I answer as I would at work: "All Things Insurance, this is Matt," though I mumble it once I realize I'm saying the wrong thing. A pseudo-voice that I recognize as belonging to the evil intent answers: "raah!" or "boo!" or "gotcha!" or something equally startling through the phone receiver, as it reaches out from under the desk and gooses me in the dick!

I wake with a start! "Huuuuuunnh! AAAAAAA! Whoa!" and the lingering sensation of having actually been grabbed.

I couldn't very well simply close my eyes and waltz right back into that... so I decided to exercise it by posting here.

Thanks for being there, internet! Now get the hell out of my dreams so I can sleep!!!