DailyNightmare
Nothing bespeaks the nihilistic futility of existence quite like a dead bug, its life, fleeting and insignificant though it was, snuffed out into nothingness. I found this memento mori on a window sill, its corpse warming in the morning sun.
(Male, 30’s) I have had a recent bout of bad luck with employers letting me go for dubious reasons or reasons that didn’t stand up in a court of law.
Naturally, my nightmare involved once more being summoned into an office. The woman who has called me in explains, once again, that I’m being terminated. I’ve been through this before, but this time, I watch in awe as the woman letting me go literally catches fire.
I gather up my belongings in a box, but then I leave without them.
Today, Elsa and I scored a pair of tickets to Theatre Bizarre, the creepiest spectacle in the Motor City. This year’s theme is The Procession, and fittingly, the line was long but briskly moving in front of the Rust Belt Artist Market in Ferndale. While we waited, we traded costume ideas with other folks in line. Spoiler Alert: expect some crazy get-ups and wild shenanigans.
Once inside, the Theatre Bizarre had fully inhabited the new-ish central court area and had dolled the place up good with their hand-painted carnie signs and bits of weird. The first 200 tickets sold today and tomorrow are $55 then prices shoot up to the very reasonable $65. Readers of the DailyNightmare.com are HIGHLY ADVISED to procure tickets at any price since the experience is the epitome of classy, creepy Midwest fun.
Given that there are eleventy-billion different kinds of moth previously identified by Science, I feel on somewhat shaky ground to claim I “discovered” this creature… but I did discover it the other day and was able to snap two photos that capture different moods. I dubbed in “Art Deco” due to the bold, high-contrast angles daubed on its wings.
(Female, early 20’s) I had this dream after I had just learned that my grandfather had developed skin cancer. At the time I had become very paranoid about every little bump or mole or any change in my skin.
In the dream I had I developed a rash much like Rosacea of which one of my friends suffered from in real life. My skin however would seem to move and sometimes it would be raised and wriggling with life. I ended up seeing several doctors, the last one being able to determine that there were millions of humanoid creatures living on and within me. Eventually the scientist built a machine with which the voices and thoughts of the creatures could be heard but they never revealed where they had come from.
Finally my body began to deteriorate so bad that I became nothing more than a pulpy mess on the floor. I felt no pain only anger and sadness that they would live out their lives within their cities while mine ceased to exist. The doctor had the ability to cure me by destroying them, and had even become my lover but only out of curiosity. At the end of the dream they invade the doctor as well who seems rather comfortable with the whole thing. The last thing the doctor says to me before I wake up is a line he steals from Spock, “The Needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.” I do remember wanting to smack him, but I no longer had any hands with which to do so.
Summer is the time for bugs — and bugs creep out a lot of people. I spotted this little fella on a recent walk and was struck by the coloration and the delicate structure of the wings. The InterWebs say it’s a Common Green Darner, a male, since, y’know, males tend to be the more ostentatious of the species.