Well, mine don't open. I just keep dreaming.
I seem to be dying a lot lately in my dreams and while the death sequences are always pretty cool, I'm always a little confused afterward. Like, I know I'm dead...but what the fuck am I doing in Minnesota?
Last night I was blown apart by 50 missiles looking uncannily similar to bullet bills (too much nintendo) all mistakenly aimed at me. A little extravagant if you ask me.
I'm sure it's just some form of escapism or whatchamacallit, because everytime I open my eyes after dying and I become the walking dead or some sort of ethereal apparition, the same joyous thought pops into my head: