January 15, 2005

• Boy all those months of nary a dream and now they’re catching up with a vengeance. Guess I was too tired to dream before. What a relief. I was getting worried. If I don’t have a dream to pick over when I wake, I almost feel like I’m being neglected.

  
  

  Last night I dreamed I was married, and apparently I’d married well. Unfortunately, my husband didn’t want to be married any more and thought having me killed was a good alternative to alimony.

  
  

  So I was at a convenience store buying some gas for my red convertible when a female hitperson comes in and tells me she’s there to kill me. I asked her how much she’d been paid, and she said $15,000. I laughed and asked if he cut her a check. She pulled out a wad of bills and said no, she’d got in cash. I laughed again and asked if she’d counted. At that, she looked a little worried and said no, she hadn’t. So she started counting it. I went out to my car.

  
  

  Someone had put the hood down, and I was trying to start it and put the hood back up when the hitlady came back out of the store and approached the car. I fully expected to get shot, but she said I didn’t have to worry because she’d counted the money and it was mostly fives and tens rolled up in some larger bills and she was not going to kill me. She said she and her partner (who I never saw) were going to keep what they’d been given, since my husband had not dealt with them in good faith, and if he made a stink, they just might kill him instead.

  
  

  So I drove to the exit which was really badly maintained, with huge potholes and rubble all over the place. I drove to a planned community and hid out in a one story house with no roof. After a while, I discovered that there were two children living there. They were very hungry and for some reason I had a pocket full of bread ties and pennies. First I shared out the bread ties between the three of us, and then the pennies.

  
  

  Then we went into the kitchen and made pizzas. Honestly I don’t know why we didn’t have pizza first thing. lol A knock came on the front door and I hid while an Asian neighbor introduced himself and gave the kids a large pizza with green peppers. He said he had just moved in and was trying to meet all his neighbors and make a good impression. He left and we threw the pizza away because it smelled really bad and for some reason I knew it was poisoned. I knew the guy wasn’t another hitman. He was some kind of serial poisoner.

  
  

  Then a lawyer came to the door to see me, but I hid and the kids said I didn’t want to see anyone. The lawyer insisted and said that they wanted me to testify against my husband because of the attempted hit against me. I woke up then without having agreed to testify or not.

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