Fortelling dissensions and quarrels.

Lately, I've been having difficulty controlling the level of neural activity going on in my sleep. Every night, I'm being flooded with dreams, vivid in detail, and I can't help but wonder if my mind is trying to tell me something. Usually, by usually I mean through my lifetime, I get something like this every week or month or so, but not every day like now. I'd like to write what I dreamt about but I just can't remember because I never really made an effort to. But from those I can remember from early childhood, there was the one where every night for a week I dreamt that Rob the Robot (from Lost in Space, heh heh heh) was chasing me through my house and trying to kill me. The dream would end with me hiding in my closet and it finally tearing me apart. Yea it was pretty bad to repetitively dream about that for a week but fortunately, after a week, I managed to slip a baseball bat into my dream closet and I ended up giving Rob a lick of the ol' Louisville Slugger (I've always secretly wanted someone to break into my house just so I can have an excuse to use it. Sadly, that probably won't happen). Then the dreams stopped. Then there was one, shortlived mind you, where I walked out of my front door, and I was confronted with Mr. Rogers. He told me he wanted me to be his neighbour. Being petrified of this man at the time, I turned around towards the door where another Mr. Rogers stood, also asking me to be his neighbour. Another one jumped out of the bushes, and another was on the roof of my house. They flooded in from virtually everywhere.

And they ALL wanted to be my neighbour...

...Every one of them.