i had a spate of bad dreams last night.
one of them was gladly interrupted by a phone call, and i don’t remember it at all.
i had another were i had a stalker who did creepy things like interrupt the music at a bar to play a pre-recorded manifesto about how he wanted to kill me, and how i couldn’t get anyone to walk me home, and upon my arrival home, the stalker killed ernie first so he could kill me without being mauled by ernie.
then i had another dream where i was stuck shuttling an ex around town, and we went to this local indie rock clcub/venue and the door guy gave me a bunch of free stuff because he found out i played guitar and they give schwag to musicians, and i ran into erik at the club and begged him to hang out with ex and i and he wouldn’t (gee, erik, thanks…). okay that dream wasn’t horrible, but ex was annoying.