Dreams, mostly troubled

When noting much is happening on the outside due to the cold and dead season, you have to look more on the inside. (You always should, anyway.)

Here's a picture I found that's somewhat similar to the deformed animal in my dream, although just the face.

And that f'ing speech defect also still needs lots of work, Diane. Every f'ing time I think, fortunately that got so much better by now... until I hear myself on video once more and I still sound like a complete retard, like the poor kid who was left-handed but forced to use their right hand because her parents were the ones who were actually retarded and she developed a stutter because of it. Except that I was never left-handed and it was different ways they f***ed up my brain.