So it wasn't needles exactly, but porcupines don't exactly inspire confidence either. Still sharp pointy things.

But strange as it was, the fear still lingered but I didn't wake up afraid. I don't mind the nightmares so much when I don't wake up with a racing heart. Though I still woke up at exact 7 minutes before my alarm went off -- like always.

Not exactly sure why it's always 3:53... and I know I reminisce on that a lot. But always... no deviation. Just like I always dream of monsters of grotesque and foreign nature.