Dreams

Sorry, my readers. I went to bed at 7:00 last night. I wanted to talk more; I simply could not.

I often have dreams that people are trying to break into my house and I can’t lock the door to keep them out. Usually it’s the house I grew up in. Is that weird?

I frequently dream of intruders. When I was a kid I remember being afraid of bats and robbers. I’m still afraid of bats. That’s a whole other story.

I guess I must also still be afraid of robbers.

I was born in Lynn, Lynn, City of Sin. We don’t trust anyone.

I also dream of falling, stairs that lead to nowhere, my teeth falling out, my parents and brothers, squatting in our old apartment, playing hooky, and, worst of all, falling elevators.

I am slightly afraid of elevators. But I take them, anyway.

Alright, friends. Gotta go.

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