I'm sort of in shock.
And I'm frightened.
I must be very cautious.

But, but, but.

Perchance the stars are on my side for once. How idealistic of me.


I had a dream last night about drawing a pin up girl with a pen with a nib, but instead of ink I used my own blood. I had to keep cutting myself in the same place to get the blood running freely, but then it got to a point where I lost too much and I started getting very cold and I began to die.
I woke up for a second at the end of this to find myself freezing in my bed because the landlord has yet to turn on the heat-- so I got my dog to snuggle up so I could spoon her and absorb her heat. She's great for that.

It's weird because the night before last I didn't have any nightmares. A weird dream, but no nightmare.
Maybe because there was a dream catcher in the room that time. It boggles the mind.