Ever since my doctor swapped out my sleeping pills

I haven't had a single bad dream like I used to back then

This sucks! I was a huge fan of my own nightmares!

Those full-on immersive horror experiences have been taken away from me, and now I'm stuck with this peaceful but boring everyday life... Damn it!

Luckily I've hidden my old pills in the back of my desk, where Mom will never find them

They're my "tickets" to the nightmare theater, saved for when I'm desperate to feel that rush again.

But I'm down to just three pills now...

Sigh... Guess I'll have to make every pill count!