Last nite, before I woke up, I dreamt that my three cars had been stolen…..i only have two cars, and of the three, the only one I remember was a brown MG….my father had a brown MG (that when he got it and fixed it up, I thought it would be for me…silly me…I never got anything from him I didn’t OVERLY deserve)

Then, a woman with dark hair was using bolt cutters, jabbing the into the exterior door jab, trying to get to the deadbolt to cut it and break into my house

I had trimming shears, you know, they’re like scissors used to cut delicate plants, as my weapon….the blades are much longer and thinner than the bolt cutters………..i was stabbing back at her

Needless to say, I woke up very disturbed……not nearly the stress, anxiety and realism that I had during the Demon Dream, but I didn’t feel normal……very defensive of my home, space, babies (my poopers) and the like

I seriously considered calling in to work…….but realistically, I can’t afford days off without pay

Speaking of which, time to check out the portfolio…burn some candles….say some words, with meaning and take charge of what is mine…