Also I shouldn't watch Dollhouse before bed

It is a time of strange dreams. Like: I kill my cat and someone I love and worry most of the time that I can't hide the evidence. only when I wake do I realize the void I've created in the act of murder. Like: I move back to South Africa and my fatherly-but-aloof editor hugs me when I submit my job application and says "Christina" like he already has an assignment for me. Like: an endless barrage of the #wiunion hashtag. I wake at 2:30 a.m. and can't stand to hear anything, not the cat purring, not my breath, not the water rushing through the pipes downstairs.