I might be an awful person.

Lots of dreams.
One specific, where I have my red hair
but black is starting to grow back in.
My natural color is brown, and I couldn't understand, but someone said to me,
"You can't strip it all out."

The black was starting to take over the red;
I think it was symbolizing what I was when I was with Dan vs. Joe.

I always have some battle going on in my head, and I grind my teeth as I sleep.

The other night I had an epic zombie dream with Jon and Nicole and Random Man and Caitlin McCormack. I told it to Caitlin, the majority:
"Anyhow, I was texting you during the invasion, asking if you were alive and etc, assuming you were leading some parallel survival story to ours like in Shaun of the Dead. The dream ended with us surviving on a depressing note, living in an ancient neglected section of the top level of a 10 or so story house, where a decrepit old asian woman and man had lived alone for decades, never leaving and forgetting how to speak. There was a rooftop garden and enough canned food to last until the zombies fully decomposed. I assumed this was your parallel survival story as well, except maybe your speechless new hosts were german or something."

This part of the house had exposed wood and a door that lead out off the edge of the building.

I have anxiety.