Those Damned Blue-Collar Tweekers

What the hell is up with these dreams lately? An evil mother who might be some demonic parasite, and a neighbor named Gerbil who claims to be some kind of zombie hunter? What's more, why is Gerbil only showing up in your apartment after his supply of cheap beer and meth runs out?

You know the truth: you get along great with your mother and father, and you rarely see your neighbors. Sure, you might hear them late at night when they're having some loud-ass sex in their apartment, but you almost never see them in person. What you do know is, none of your fellow apartment dwellers are named 'Gerbil'.

Distressed by these recurring dreams, you decide to seek out professional help...

1. Three days later, you're on a psychiatrist's couch.
2. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door...
3. ...later. Go back to sleep instead.
4. You decide not to tell any shrink about the vaguely erotic dream you once had about Gerbil.

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