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January 9, 2021
There are haunting dreams filled with menace, but my dreams haunt me. I keep going back to the same places, walking the streets where I have never been but that are so familiar. The people I meet there are shopkeepers and casual strangers but occasionally people from my awake life appear. Last night an evil angel emerged. I dreamt of my son as a young child, but this child I identified as mine wasn’t at all like my son then who was gentle and happy. This child was pure evil and spiteful, protected from harm only because of his age.