I’m surprised I didn’t get an appointment reminder call from Kathleen yesterday. Or from someone. I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if she were gone or on vacation. You know how it is for me when it comes to the really nice people or the good-looking ones. They’re not in my life for long, even if they were never really in it to begin with. Well, I’ll find out in four hours.

I had a series of weird dreams last night. The black bitch from Arizona was in one of them. She dared to relax on the floor somewhere close by me and said to someone else, “Don’t ask me what I’m doing,” knowing they wouldn’t want her getting too close to me. I got the impression she actually felt guilty for race-carding me into jail and was trying to buddy up to me.

Then I was later giving her some advice about something.

Oh, to run into her in the afterlife if there is one! I’d slowly and torturously tear her apart limb by limb. Some things you just don’t forgive and you certainly don’t forget.

Then I was looking out a window somewhere at the ocean, but the water and waves were perfectly still.

Next, I was gazing around this dingy old house Tom and I were renting and thinking how nice it would be to buy a bigger more modern place in a few years.

I walked by a reporter somewhere and was hoping for some reason that I would stay out of the camera’s range.

In the last dream, I was being chased by some unseen madman. I don’t know if he called and threatened me on the phone or what, but instead of just laughing it off I was terrified for some reason and I ran out of the house and down the street. It was dark out and my first thought was to get out of view and inside someone’s house if I could.

I knocked on a door that I noticed had a key sticking out of its lock like the person forgot to remove it. A boy and a girl of about 10 years of age opened the door even though they were home alone. I told them I needed to call the police because someone was chasing me. So I dialed 911 on my cell and started relaying information to the dispatcher. Then I told the kids they needed to get the key out of their door, knowing that the madman could’ve seen me enter the house and then let himself in.

One of the kids opened the door and then said there was no key inside it. I told them to run as I bolted out of the house and down the street, leaving behind the jacket I’d taken off inside the house.

Now I was afraid for the kids as well as for myself. I called to them to follow me but instead, I saw them run out of the house and around towards the back of it. The dream ended with me calling frantically to them.