Dream 

I dreamed I was trying to make it down to Phoenix, AZ in time for something, only I was doing it carless. I walked to Portland in a day, just kind of following along next to I5. Somehow I ended up at an airport and took a flight to Flagstaff, then hid myself in a shuttle bus and ended up in Holbrook, but in the dream it was Tempe and Phoenix was still a long way away. My pet gecko from high school had somehow come along with me, but now was crushed accidentally in my pocket, and I wept.

I have no goddamn idea how to read that. Phoenix was still where That Monster lived in my dream, and yet I was scared and determined to get there for... something. What's the lesson?

Collateral damage to things I love comes from getting hung up on the memory of him?

Shit happens?

He already cost me my innocence in several ways, I've already learned that one. I don't think I was going there to scream my pain out at him... I'm not even sure white fire would work.

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