đDream Last Nightâ¨I was in bed in the bedroom of the house I grew up in, the furniture configured as to how it had been in the 5th grade, when The Priest molested me there while I was home sick with the chickenpox. In this dream, I heard his knock at my bedroom door and immediately wrapped myself tightly in the bedding. Someone started feeling me up in the characteristic fashion of The Priest's early abuse, which always struck me as a feigned âmedical checkupâ holding only half his interest. Enraged, I unfurled myself from my bedding and used it to pin him by his neck to the wall. It turned out not to be The Priest, but the neighbor in my building who's been unsolicitedly cruising and catcalling at me. Here his head, shorn of hair in realtime, had the affect of a hairline being eyeshadow'd on akin that time Steven Miller tried to pull off doing so on a TV interview.