The more logical question would be if I'm sleeping at all. But yes, I do.
I don't usually dream. But I'm dreaming something that looks like a dream.
My gloves are off. A plain oak coffin. Crows overhead.
And buttons. Those damn buttons.
But what's even scarier is that in all the dreams, the angel of death is defeated.
i am once AGAIN thinking about the scene in black sails where flint has just been forced by miranda to confront his overwhelming grief over losing thomas, which has been fueling his unholy rage for the past two seasons. flint is sitting there, having a flashback, drowning in the tragedy and injustice of his gay lover’s death… then vane bursts into the room like a roided-up kool-aid man and immediately tries to kill him. 10/10, flawless tonal whiplash, one of the funniest moments in the entire show.