I've been having these vivid dreams lately about people dying under giant mechanical saws. What's strange, I don't actually see any gore and streams of blood or mutilated bodies. Just people crouching and covering their heads and ears. Maybe it's just because I turn away in my dream but now I can't remember the details.

I rarely have nightmares. Like hardly ever. Even dreams that are worth mentioning at all. My dreams are usually obscure, nondescript, I forget them the moment I wake up. And it's so strange that now I'm having these nightmares every other day or so and always about people dying under giant saws you find on timber-mills (I'm not sure).

Why?

Is it pandemic or maybe my suppressed anger? I don't know. Not sure even if I want to know.

I don't even want to think about them anymore. November is the perfect time for escapism and chunky fantasy books.