At Ezra’s prompting, I’ll write up this creepy dream I had last night. It took place at my parents’ house in Pennsylvania (as many of my dreams do). I was there, and so was Scarlett Johansson. She was some sort of psycho femme fatale, I guess… coming on to everyone (male and female), somehow vacuous but with a great capacity for trickery, manipulation, and evil. She was trying to kill me (and maybe everyone else, too). Primarily she was trying to hit me with things. I can’t remember all the details, but somebody tried to hit somebody with the base of a heavy lamp, a big silver tray, and a long serrated knife. Well, I tried to hit her, too. I mean, self defense!! Somehow I got out of the house, but she was still in there. I went to seek help. I walked down my parents’ street, and then turned back. When I returned to the house I was initially pleased to see a bunch of cars in the driveway–help had arrived, maybe. I took one small truck for a police vehicle, but then my heart sank when I realized it was just a mail truck. I went inside… cautiously… Scarlett heard me come in and she slowly started down the stairs, in a daze. I tried to sort of tackle her, but she pulled out one of those leatherman things and tried to whack me with it. Then one of us had a wrench. I think at that point I woke up.

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