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Last night I dreamed that I met David Bowie (in his house, no less!), and despite the fact that he had someplace to be, he couldn’t help but put it off to spend time talking to me. We just connected like that. 

It’s a good sign to me that the Vampyric Recognition Exercise worked yesterday. Supposed to do the meditation, then record dreams and figure out whether my sub-conscious is playing games or my HGA/Inner-Fang’d-Bitch-Beast is trying to talk to me. Considering the thrall, I’m going with IFBB.

Also, Saturday night I dreamed that I found a way to prevent BFF’s death. (It involved keeping him away from someone new he met upstate, but I think it was really about being there at the time to bully him into going to the emergency room.)