There are people stalking me in my dreams, or maybe just one person, one feeling. The dream is a dark one, and the being sees me from its shadows, and I know it's there, though I can't change my route to walk away. Where are you going. It's not a question. I see the dog sleeping on the sidewalk and don't want to wake it, as I grab my things and tiptoe to the gate, but it is the shade in the house that is awake and malicious and speaks with all the irony of God asking Cain Where is your brother? But this is vicious, dark humor, at my expense...
Beware of: Shadowy figure with a bullwhip and a ferret, responsible for two deaths. I found both the bodies, and realized I had passed by the murderer earlier that day/dream...
Another dream involves a woman with an umbrella, she is short, face obscured, and she does not try to chase me, because she has a sleek gray ocelot that is tracking me down. I want to pet the ocelot even though it is going to bite me and I should be running away. I come around a corner and the woman traps me with her umbrella. I am powerless. I throw up my arms...
some thoughts, perhaps: Even if I do not consciously acknowledge it, perhaps I am telling myself to embrace pain and darkness and things that can hurt me. I am stalking myself, knowing I cannot get away, and my intent is murderous self-love. Maybe I'm the one playing the oldest game.
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