I do not very often remember my dreams. I remember two of last night's. In both I and my loved ones were hunted down and brutally murdered.
I do not know what it means. It's probably stress about being in front of this particular judge this am. It could also be a fear of this comfort that I have found in my new confirmed isolation. I feel oddly at ease realizing that there is only one person in the world that I answer to, no it isn't God and his time is limited.
Oh man. I really miss my work desk. I'm so glad I was called in today.