Early this morning I dreamed I had met a man who was sexually abusing my 7 year old. His wife, in the dream, was a friend and he apparently was already abusing their 2 young daughters.
She was frozen. I wasn't.
I killed him.
Slowly.
I woke up completely not bothered.
And half an hour later, that doesn't bother me at all.
Friday, January 19, 2007
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