I never should have told you about my dream. It's all I can think of since I posted it here. Not the dream itself, but that one horrid scene of the woman coming through the front door all covered in blood. The squealing and agonizing sound of her gasps and cries.

I never could see her face. Only her back, drenched in blood as they unscrewed the… oh, I can’t say it again.

And things get stranger. I knew I had seen that lamp before – a long wooden floor lamp with the wood twisting from top to bottom like a screw. This morning (fortunately I dreamed nothing last night) when I went out to get the news paper, I glanced up into the apartment across the hall. My neighbor’s door was open, and someone was talking within – I think my neighbor was being sent by his wife (or is it girl friend?) out to buy something at the store, and he was getting last minute instructions. Anyway, there was that very same lamp, sitting on the floor next to their couch. I know it’s gross of me, but I had to look! I glanced around the room to make sure there wasn’t any blood anywhere. The couch and the floor between the couch and the door way looked okay.

Maybe I’m being psychotic about it. It was only a dream!

Anyway, I’m relieved in a sense, to see that the lamp is still just standing there like normal, and nothing seems to be amiss. Well, I’ve got to go. I’m afraid I’m going to miss my bus.

:|TaD|: