in any case, i may have an opening in my place in july if you’re interested. at the moment i’m kinda strapped for house mates and i’m really really really loathing the craigslist thing just because you can get a lot of crazies on CL. plus i need people i can trust and know can be quiet + courteous because my grandma will be living above us (so unfortunately no ragers.)

anyway, congratulations and can’t wait to see you ’round the neighborhood!

But then the one that woke me up from my sleep a few weeks ago, my god, I was sure that hell had erupted on Earth and I was dying. In conjunction with my dream-delirium, I think the factor that really disturbed me was the quake’s boom coinciding (no doubt causally) with the sudden onset of a car alarm in the distance. To me, this was somehow clear portent of the apocalypse, the world sliding now into its final days of anarchy.

Actually, what’s interesting is that I think I also had a “There’s a person in my room” vibe going on at the time, too; some sort of instinctual reaction to being woken up so suddenly, perhaps. I could feel my semiconscious brain battling it out as I stared, unable to steadily focus, out from my bed at (to the extent that it was _at_ anything) the door: “There’s someone in the room, and he’s a Bad Guy”, “What? That doesn’t make sense; I can’t see anyone. On what grounds do you make your claim?”, “No time to explain; just trust me on this, his intentions are no good and if you don’t help me hide, we’re totally fucked”, “Oh god! I hope he doesn’t think to look in the bed!”