I died.

Dear Diary,

I had the most realistic nightmare last night, and I’m finding it impossible to shake. I stayed up late the night before because I had this writing bug (I’m putting the finishing touches on Erotic Urban Legends: Sisters, a Patreon and Subscribestar.adult project of mine, and I’m really into it!), and Anne has a dozen shows she wanted to watch on about as many streaming networks. So we stayed up, went to bed late, and I woke up at my normal 6 AM time… only for my body to tell me it wasn’t having that shit, and a nap was going to happen.

After a few hours of attempting to work, I finally gave in and took a nap.

And I dreamed…

I was at the bank, talking with a cashier for whatever reason. This guy beside me, who was also talking to a cashier, became agitated because she wouldn’t accept a sloppy-looking check of his. He argued, but she stayed firm, and after listening to this for several minutes, I decided to try and be helpful. I told him he might have better luck at a smaller place, like a credit union, and rattled off a few I knew in the area.

He seemed receptive, listening and nodding, then said, “Or I can just do this.”

He pulled out a gun. I froze. I had no idea what to do. He was a lot bigger than me, and I watched in disbelief as he moved his gun arm towards me and started shooting…

Me.

Point blank.

I dropped to the ground.

My vision went first.

My hearing dulled next.

I felt the bullets as they entered my body, but oddly they didn’t hurt – I just felt their pressure. I felt my grip on reality slip, and this strange sort of encompassing darkness began cradling me, and my heart, for some reason, started beating hard in my chest.

I was dying.

It was then that I somehow became aware that this was a dream, so I pulled myself out of it, snapping awake and looking wildly around me. My heart was going crazy, so I closed my eyes and forced myself to calm down. I then grabbed my phone and started typing all this while it was still fresh in my mind (cause, you know, writer, and there’s a good chance I could make an interesting Erotic Urban Legends story using this as the catalyst).

Honestly, I’m still shook. The news lately has been getting to me far more than I let on. Hopefully, this is a one-off event and not the start of a trend. I don’t think I could mentally deal with a recurring dream like that… 😩

#Alexaliens

 

“Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”

– Carl Jung

 

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Writing in my panties

 

Dear Diary,

First of all, fuck this heat. I’m starting to have a psychological break, yo. I mean, at first it was nice, and it gave me an excuse to dress skimpy (which I love), but then it just kept getting hotter! Lately the temperature in the part of Texas I live has been hitting 105°, and… my baby squirrel and I refuse to leave the house unless we absolutely have to. We have officially become domesticated! 🤣 And I’m so strange that when we have the AC cranked up I get too cold, so I turn on my mini heater at my writing desk, but that makes me too hot, but if I turn it off, I’m freezing, which makes me turn it back on… 😭

I’ve taken to just saying fuck it and lowering the air conditioner to warm levels and just sitting around writing in my panties and nothing else. Dead serious.

Come on Winter!!!

Writing-wise, I’m all over the place. I expanded my Little Dead Girls novel by adding four novellas (Cat, Stormy, Lilith, and Brittany), detailing the pasts of some of the main characters, then became inspired by a recurring dream of mine so took a brief break to write that out… only to be distracted yet again by Halloween so deciding to give that a break and write a short erotic horror story to be released on the day of. I’m sure my Patreon and Subscribestar.adult members (who get regular updates on my writing progress) are going crazy trying to keep up with everything I’m doing. If they only saw my to-be-written pile, they would never be the same again…

I mused a long time ago in one of my social media posts that I finally came to the realization that I will never be able to write all the stories I have planned, and that revelation stunned/depressed me. Well, I’ve since changed my philosophy. Though it might not be probable, it is possible, so from now on I’m going to fight like all hell to try. 🥰

#Alexaliens

 

“Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence in society.”

— Mark Twain

(I strongly disagree! 😄)

 

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