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11:57 a.m. | Tuesday, Nov. 05, 2002
dreams are trying to give me a heart attack I’m seriously considering the possibility that my unconscious mind doesn't like me. I’ve dreamt twice now that a dog has killed Salinger. Last night I dreamt that there was a man standing over my bed, it was actually my uncle bob (who has a serious creep factor all his own). He touched my leg and I freaked out (in the dream). Eventually the figure became more and more insubstantial until I "realized" it was moonlight on my wall. I’m not sure if I ever woke up in this dream, I can remember reaching for the phone to call my mom and then resting it on my chest. I think I dreamt that though, I also dreamt accidentally hitting the speed dial button about 5 or 6 times accidentally to call her. I think that was dreaming too, but I’m not sure. It was all very frightening. Why do I keep dreaming about strange (or not so strange) men trying to do terrible things to me? I’m sure if you measured my heart rate at night it must sky rocket during these dreams. It’s like a cardio-vascular workout when I go to sleep now. Honestly, restful peaceful dreams would be nice for once.
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