Will My Work Be Done?

Rosenmaurer

Rosenmaurer

Mannikin
Man must work to live, but it becomes tedious — they don’t give us time to breathe, and I feel that should be what truly matters.
For almost a year now, I’ve had vivid dreams set in a dark city: full of lanterns, wet streets, and strange people. Clowns and monsters stand out, but to me, those dreams aren’t nightmares… they’re almost a comfort zone, they bring me peace.
And yet, I can’t understand why, when I dream about my daily routine — like specific moments from work or university — I feel horror. Horror of what? Of human beings. I wake up with my heart racing, struggling to recover from that nightmare called routine.
I think Thomas Ligotti has expressed this feeling well. I haven’t read My Work Is Not Yet Done, but I want to.
I just needed to get this off my chest, and this forum felt like the right place.
Greetings to everyone.
 
Rosenmaurer's city sounds lovely.
My dreams are usually in a labyrinthine college campus, where I can't seem to remember where my next class is or what books I need to purchase. Patton Oswalt did show up in one of those dreams and tried to get me to check out a restaurant with him, but I brushed him off because I was too distracted. Sorry, Patton, it was nothing personal.
Once, during a particularly boring training session at work, I nodded off and suddenly was in a spooky haunted swamp. There was a hollow tree in front of me with dozens of glowing eyes peering out. It was just too delightful to be scary. An occultist I respect said the eyes might be spirit friends.
 
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