Monday, September 4th. Bloggers Are Dying...

My God!!! Its 4:15 and I have only been sleep 2 hours and already I had a fucking nightmare.

I start off at work. I am sitting at my desk trying to do busy work, when a former employee who got promoted comes over to me. She wants to come back to work for me, cuz the department she got promoted to is on some bullshit. I tell her that I would love to have her back, but I have to check with my manager cuz of the budget. Also, she hasnt been gone for a year and usually, before you can change jobs they want you to be in the position for a year. She leaves and I walk to my manager's office but its dark cuz she aint there. I go talk to her boss and she says to make the decision myself. I decided then and there that I would rehire her. Next thing I know i am in the shower and the employee comes to the shower curtain and asks if I made a decision. I try to hide behind the curtain and I tell her that she can come back and I go over the salary and the schedule and her duties all the while washing myself. She says thank you and then tries to come in the shower to hug me, but i motion for her to stop. I then lose my shyness and say, I will see you on monday while washing my penis. She looks at it and doesnt say anything, just looks shocked. I tell her she can go now, with my dick out and semi hard...

So, I leave work and I'm in Savannah. Or some dream version of Savannah, where half the streets are made up and half the streets are real. I get a call on my cell phone and its a fellow blogger. I am leaving the name out, because its an ill dream, but you probably know who I am talking about. She is begging to see me, cuz she has some shit to talk about. I'm like hell nah, you fucking lied to me, I have nothing to say to you. I bust a left on 45th street and head towards mid town Savannah. The next thing i know I'm at her spot. I don't know whose crib it was for real cuz ive never been there in real life. I get out the car and I listen to what she gotta say, then I'm like I gotta bounce cuz this is bullshit you are talking. I was nothing but nice to you but you betrayed me, so fuck you. She throws something at me and I duck out of the way. It was some sort of glass cuz it shattered behind me. I decide to jet, but she is steadily pelting me with objects until I decide that I cant take it anymore and grab her hands to restrain her...

The next thing I remember we are in a hospital. There are orderlies and nurses in purple scrubs walking by. They check into the room which is by now, a hospital room, but I don't know whose. I tell her that I am outta here and not to contact me anymore. She then throws a metal bedpan at me and starts chasing me through out the hospital. I duck in a patients room and I'm scared as hell. She busts through the door and I escape by running through her legs to the open door. She catches me and starts punching me. I remember wanting to hit her back, but there were too many nurses around and I didnt want to go to jail. I saw a Savannah Police Department officer in the distance so I ran towards him hoping the ass whoopin would be over soon. He then handed me a piece of paper that said restraining order, but to my surprise the order was against me and my brother for some reason.

I said "fine, let me just leave." and the hospital was now an apartment complex. All the nurses were gone and I tiptoed out of the apartment. It started raining hard. She was talking in angry tones but I cant make out what she is saying. I am starting to feel bad for her because she has a fucked up life in my dream..I take a look at her and she has an extra piece of flesh hanging from the top of her lip to her chin. Its nasty and disturbing as fuck... I run off, and make various moves around the complex and she keeps popping up like Freddy Krueger no matter where I go. I am scared shitless. Finally, she popped up behind me and instead of stabbing me with a knife, she hugs me. I push her off and tell her to stop, b/c we ain't friends no more. I run around the complex and she says "Hey,stop running. It don't have to be like that." My car was parked around the back of the complex, its still raining and I am running towards the car..

I get to the car huffing and puffing with a feeling of trepidation that she is gonna pop up again. I try to decide whether or not I am going to run over her if she pops up behind the car. My heart is racing, luckily she doesnt come... I see her standing at the edge of the apt building while I speed off. Now I'm on Habersham Streeet in Savannah, pushing my car in the rain, afraid to stop at stop lights but also afraid to just pull out into traffic. I stop the car at an apt complex on Bull Street and Habersham, which is weird cuz i dont think those 2 streets intersect, but run parallel.

Anyway, geography lesson over... I knock on the door of the apartment and a man answers and says you must be here to see my wife. I don't say anything, but I walk in the door and he closes it behind me. He says Honey, some guy is here. A 14 year old girl in a school uniform, complete with plaid skirt and white shirt comes out and says hi. Then the women from earlier comes out and says, thank you for coming. I look around and see family pictures and bowling trophies. The husband is white, dont know why I needed to say that, I guess my subconscious is a racist. She looks at him and says honey, I have something i need to tell you. This is my good friend Rashan, and he and I have had a special relationship, but now its over. I'm like what the fuck?!?! She pulls out the restraining order from earlier and unrolls it like a scroll. My name is emblazoned in gold caligraphy. I cant read anything else, but my name is fiery and glowing on the scroll. The white husband loses it and pulls a gun out of a drawer on a table that was closed to him. It looks like a .38mm but I dont know much about guns. I back off and head out the door. I see through the window that he raised the gun and shot the women in the head. I'm starting my car, but it wont start. I see him toss the gun to the 14 year old and say, I knew this day would come. You have to shoot yourself cuz i cant do it. My car starts and I speed off. I get the feeling that its a murder-suicide thing. I pull out into traffic on Bull Street without looking and almost get hit by an oncoming car. I'm doing 80 down the narrow street, just trying to get away. I pull out my phone to call Trish, but as I am dialing my phone rings and the voice on the other end of the phone tells me that another blogger died that night. I'm shook, i feel like its a conspiracy to kill bloggers...I try to call Trish again, but i dial her work number instead of the cell. Still going 80 down the street, I cant find her name in my cell phone. I pull up to the stop light at Bull Street and DeRenne and I am halfway in the street. There are 2 cars next to me. I am halfway in the left hand turning lane and halfway in the straight lane. I am shook, I dial Trish's area code, but I cant remember the rest of her number. I hear the garbled transmission of a cop radio and look over to my right and see a Savannah Police cruiser. I am shook and noid that he is either gonna give me a ticket for not staying in my lane or arrest me for killing the first blogger and her family. The light turns green and I take off across the intersection. the cop car busts a left in front of me and i have to hit the breaks. I pass the Subway and the Huge Globe on the left hand side and drive towards Abercorn Street, speeding trying to get the hell away from the crime scene. I remember that my fingerprints are all over the apartment...

And then I woke up...