Even worse dreams last night on the stalker theme. Some guy in a van kept pulling through the circle drive in front of my house like he was trying to see if I was home, waiting until I was gone to break in. I was getting ready for school, running late, so I saw him, tried to run back in the house, but suddenly the power was off, cats were trying to run outside, and I came in and starting putting locks on the front door. I had about five locks on the front door, inexplicably.
While I was locking them, I could hear him walking around outside, and I remembered that I hadn't locked the side door...
Yeah. Not restful. Not restful at all. Where is this crap coming from? I'm watching light comedy before I go to bed, and although I'm reading 1Q84, I haven't read any of it in a couple of days. As far as I know, nobody is actually chasing me.... I need some fluffy clouds and unicorns tonight, and none of them need to chase me at all.
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