Scared Again

And here is why. A young woman, unidentified, has been found dead on the West Hill and the night before I found this out I had a dream about a young woman that I know. Not that kind of dream. I don't have those kind of dreams. The reason I'm scared is that, as avid readers of this site(me. And maybe James. Who is James? Nobody knows...)will know, I once had a dream about someone before waking up and finding out they were dead. Now that I've written this down it seems absurd. Ridiculous. I'm not as scared as I was twenty seconds ago. If I'd known that writing down my fears could make me realise how ridiculous they are years ago, I'd have had a much better life than I have. Had. Still can't sleep though. Could I make three posts in one night? Stay tuned for...who am I talking to? What the fuck is going on?