My fourth most horrifying childhood nightmare was of visiting a neon-and-crosshatched demon motel. I tried to stand on the baseboards of the lobby, the way you might climb on the edge of a built-in tub, but kept slipping off. Before long, this little blue bastard bit my arm, and as I woke up, I felt a very vivid pain. Have you ever felt pain in a dream? Is that a thing? This is an illustration of the look and sense of portent in the dream. Recommend getting the orange one so the blue guy stands out, but you do you.