Not Again

I had a bad feeling when I awoke this morning.  The world felt a bit out of balance, phased in the wrong direction.  I attributed it to a weird dream that seemed a cut out of  American Psycho, in which I was being chased around in a warehouse by a man dressed in white. Everything around me was white. His clothes. My clothes. The walls. I turned to him and said “Is this a killing thing? This is a killing thing, isn’t it?” He smiled sickly at me and said “Yes.” I woke up upset, feeling nauseous, and as if … Continue reading Not Again