Piscescream Horrorscope

This morning, Piscescream, you find yourself adrift in the briny soup of your own subconscious. Messages may surface during breakfast, delivered in the cryptic language of soggy cereal shapes and the haunting squeak of your neighbor’s wind chimes. Decipher them at your own risk—interpretation is simply another form of self-inflicted anxiety, but you already knew that.

Today, every gentle suggestion feels like a siren’s scream. Even the softest nudge to finish tasks or return phone calls might send you spiraling into a riptide of existential doubt. Don’t fight the current. Let the dread wash over you like tepid shower water—at least it's proof you still exist, for now.

If an old friend drifts by, offering unsolicited advice or vague emotional static, greet them with quiet suspicion. Sometimes a shared delusion is the closest thing you’ll find to comfort. Remember: boundaries are merely theoretical for the Dreamy Dread, so expect at least one awkward psychic entanglement before sundown.