Someone's Knocking at the Door

It's evening. I'm inside a house, about to close the front door. As I approach the door, I see a woman coming up the walkway. I slam the door in her face and hit the ground. She peaks in between the cracks of the blinds, but I'm hoping she can't see me on the ground. I look up and see that the blinds have been turned down, leaving me vulnerable. From now on, all blinds will be turned up. She knows I'm there; I know she knows, yet I continue to hide. Some guy named Jody, a friend of another person in the house, is sleeping on the couch. The striped light from the cracks in the blinds lights up the living.

Dark Parking Lot

Lots of dark parking lot dreams lately..two in the last two weeks. Each time I am searching for my car, in the dark. I walk long blocks, even around corners trying to find the car, but I cannot. There's always an unseen danger, a sense of terror all about. If only I could find my car..it would be okay. But I can't.