That damn scolopendra continues to give me creeps, especially since it was the third of five or six sightings at home.
Another mystery that plagues me is: why is it almost always 3:33 in the morning when I wake up in the middle of the night? Do I have the bladder scheduled at that time? Is it when cats start thinking about eating? I do not know.
The most curious thing is that -although I dream a lot- what should be nightmares are not. The ones that wake me up sweaty and terrified are more prosaic, such as: going without a helmet and spotting the police (it must be a variant of the classic: "going to school and discovering that you are naked"), hearing people inside the house, arguing with friends. Brr!
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