Now back to your normally scheduled horror.

I'm cracking jokes see... Everything is fine. No reason to worry about me.

The Grotesque is back in good form... I'll give him that much. It was a more normal grotesque nightmare as in it was certifiably a grotesque nightmare as opposed to the previous one resembling one of my prophetic dreams...

Er... I might be too paranoid for my own good as rereading that last sentence it appears that I have subconsciously just decided that my last nightmare had to of been The Grotesque messing with me and the return to normal form is likely just an attempt to make the dream seem more real... I... I like this idea, but I have no actual proof of that and I feel I may be cracking up a little.

After The Liar's explanation last time I've been feeling rather ill and part of me is wondering whether it's all in my head or whether this is the subtle work of The Plague Doctor. He wasn't mentioned in the meeting though it occurs to me now that the entire meeting might have been a Grotesque Nightmare. The Grotesque might never of left at all. All of the dreams I've had since the first nightmare, might have just been The Grotesque toying with me... Maybe all the dreams I've ever had. Maybe I never woke up at all.

That... That was the implication of The Grotesque's last nightmare anyway...

It seemed like the normal torture and pain route, but throughout it there were subtle voices telling me to wake up and I was remembering things that I don't remember now... People and Events that I've never seen or heard of. The Grotesque seemed alarmed and began actively reminding me of The People I do know and now I can't shake the feeling that this isn't real. That nothing is real.

I told the others and Lisa assured me she's real, but of course she would.

When you think about it it makes sense. In my dreams/nightmares, I have power and purpose and friends and family and I'm well I'm important. Everyone wants to be important. It's like an adventure. Maybe it's all fake. Maybe I'm in a coma or something. Maybe there is no Grotesque nightmare it's all just a comatose dream... I've been told that you can't dream in a dream, but I only remember being told that in the real world that as far as I know might be a dream.

I need a hug, but at the same time I can't stand to let anyone touch me. I just keep imagining them all disappearing as they touch me and I can't... I can't deal with it.

Is the real world the one I'm in right now where I have a magic pocket watch given to me by The Grim Reaper and am on a quest with my perfect girlfriend, who was once a part of an eldritch monster who is in love with her, to drain the essences from a bunch of eldritch monsters created by the devil in order to free some creature all while being aided by a psychopath named The Muffin Man, a computer who can manipulate bodies and a guy who may or may not be god?

Or is the real world a place with no magic where I'm just some unlucky sucker who was in some kind of accident and am now in a coma?

When you put it that way which seems more logical?