Dreamlog Star Date 68353.9

For the umpteenth time, last night, my internet crashed. Giving up I put in a book on CD, John Grisham's The Rainmaker. The computer monitor went to sleep. Even though my eyes were closed, the absence of light, brought me out of near sleep. The tick tock of the clock served as a form of psychic torture, I wanted to tear if off the wall. After trying and failing to coax myself to sleep, I get up and put in the next CD.

Ah, the narrator's voice is peaceful, images of Matt Damon danced through my head. Drifting off to sleep, I thought-my writing has become darker than usual. I must have a lot of pent up anger trying to express itself. When my electric rooster sounded off for the third time this morning I roused and unlike most mornings, remembered my dream.

As well as I can put it together chronologically the story begins with me leaving my apartment. There's a group caroling outside which seems strange in the daylight. When I open the door, to leave, their ring leader tries to hand me some literature and or shake my hand. "I'm a Christian." I said. He doesn't like my tone. To be honest I'm feeling inundated with evangelists and just want to get on with my day.

"You don't sound like a Christian." He said, then pushed me back inside. I fall back against the door, but as I look up notice two men sitting in a car along the curb. The driver gets out and comes to my aid. He tells the evangelist that we're married. In truth he's a virtual stranger, but I play along.

The pushy evangelist takes out a table knife and expresses his disbelief by drawing a line across the man's bald head from one temple to the other. When he reaches the man's right temple blood appears. I'm terrified, but rather than, scream, like woman do in movies; I apply my "I'm an alien from another planet" skills and think- huh, I didn't know you could draw blood with a table knife.

While the evangelist with a taste for blood is dispensing "justice" he believes this man and I are living together, in sin; I run out to the man's car, briefly relay what's happened to my rescuer's passenger and start the car. We don't stop until we come to a rest area. While the young man uses the facilities I wait in what has now transformed into a van, the way things magically transform in dreams.

A vehicle full of the evangelist's minions pulls into the rest area. The van won't start so I put it in neutral and coast backwards. Now I can see my passenger, his head poking out of what looks like a foxhole. I open the sliding van door, signaling him, it's now or never. He doesn't move. I shut the door and try again to start the van. The engine sputters then ignites. The van is off, my assailants recede, no longer visible in the rear view mirror.

The scene changes. Having relocated, all is well until I start to enter a strip mall. Their security guard is no other than the evangelist. He questions me, as I walk away. Spotting a couple ahead of me, I clasp the man's hand and ask him to pretend to be my husband. Looking over my shoulder I whisper, "Someone is following me."

His female companion goes to their car and we proceed to mine. The man is bludgeoned and falls to the ground. I use random strangers as a human shield, by pushing them in the evangelist turned security guard's path. While dashing to my car I turn and see a trail of shoppers behind me. They look like fallen dominoes.

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