I had a real spoon moment last night.

I’m plenty scared of seeing bits of things in the dark; things that shouldn’t be there or things that resemble other impossible things, but I’m not usually prone to monster type nightmares.

Once in a while though, when I’m trying to flip the mental switch and bunk down for sleep, I’ll see a whole lot of horrible disturbing shit flashing over and over as if on a mental projector. They’re always faces usually partially bloody or decayed (cliche and yet still horrific) and they’re always jeering. And I can’t switch them off.

They give me the heebies mainly because they’re not the product of a confused, half asleep state. It’ll be a case of having barely climbed into bed being still wide awake when a disgusting rictus blinds me. I’ll be thinking “who is she?” of some yellow-eyed, peeling face before the next, horrible in an entirely different way, springs forward.

Ideal Brown says it happens to him too sometimes.

Last night I must have been dropping off when I was hit with a particularly nasty bastard. How I coped was by shouting out with a back-arching jerk before clouting myself in the face with two fistfuls of duvet. It was a sweaty night from there on out. Sweaty and shameful.

What did the cat think?

I hope I didn’t kick him.