I really want to read more of Helter Skelter tonight, but last time I read it before bed I had a really weird dream where I was part of the Manson family.
It started out in a grocery store, where we were shopping for produce. Then an earthquake or something happened, and the store was blown up and shit was everywhere. I managed to escape to my apartment, where my [not actual] boyfriend and I were lying in bed watching television. Then we get up, and go see our roommate who's watching tv in the living room. I'm looking out the huuuge picture window when I notice the Manson family is in the building next door, sitting in a downstairs lounge. I start freaking out, and telling everyone that we have to shut the lights off and close all the curtains. We do this, and then my boyfriend and I go into our bedroom, where a creepy voiceover tells me that he's the actual killer, and I hear the clicking of the safety being pulled on a gun.
I woke up before it went further, but it sure kind of freaked my shit out. Maybe I'll read Pat of Silverbush by L. M. Montgomery instead.
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