Diiiinsdaaaale...

They pay me pretty handsomely for a sole week of house/pet sitting… but their house gives me the creeps, they have video surveilance because there’s some family member who used to steal from them and he’s not allowed near the house now but he shows up anyway, and I have the most unsettling, violent dreams about being murdered while I’m there.

Last night I had two unsettling, violent dreams about dying.

The first one was in the metro station, though I wasn’t familiar with which one it was. Some dude just pulled out a gun and started shooting people in the head, took some people hostage, and eventually shot himself in the head.

Then I woke up, 3:30am. Back to sleep.

I was leaving the gym. It was something in the evening, around the twilightish hours before dark. Headlights turn on, and before I know it, I’m being gunned down with a machine gun. I ended up running to some stranger’s house, some kid is there, they find their mom, she hides me in the basement and I woke up as she left to call the cops.

Okay, so I didn’t die in either of those, but both times I woke up in a cold sweat, in tears, and out of breath.

I only have these dreams while I’m there.