B E B E R E

Last night was another restless one that ended with another one of my dreams of my needing to defend myself.

This time around, it was two women trying to break into the house. Instead of watching them from inside with the feelings of fear and hopelessness, I went out the side door and confronted them. One woman kept trying to hit me with a stick or a baseball bat but I kept up blocking and parrying (like my little brother taught me). After waking myself up, I remember thinking that they weren't terribly bright for not doubling up on me and for not using anything more damaging than the bat.

No more sleep after that.