Hollandazed: Thoughts, Ideas, and Miscellany — anxiety

I had a dream about a week ago that I found deeply unsettling.  This isn't a new phenomenon, necessarily. My childhood was full of disturbing dreams, mostly centered on a painting that hung in the bedroom I shared with my brother - a painting of a mother with her child that was supposedly innocuous, but for me (and my brother) radiated a distinct level of unbridled malevolence. I couldn't stand to look at it. In the dreams, this mother had an army of creatures that consisted only of bald heads and hands, with wrists where their necks should be. When...