Dreaming

A couple of nights ago I had a dream that scared me enough that I woke up and had to cling to Sam to go back to sleep. In it, I was warned that an unseen person named Paul Dodd was going to try to get my knife from me and kill me. Sure enough, he did try to do just that. I woke up unharmed, of course, but with a very real sense of dread about this Paul Dodd person. When I was telling Sam about in the morning, he asked who is Paul Dodd? I had no idea. Where did I get that name? That terrible, terrible name?

Yesterday I answered the phone at my office. "Can I ask who is calling?" I said. "Yes, this is Paul Dodd." It took all I had not to slam the phone down and scream bloody murder.

My subconscious thinks it's hilarious.