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.