Dream log 04.07.2003:

I'm sitting in a room at a computer, typing furiously. I'm trying not look at window to my left. Sweat drips down my face.

Outside is a hulking mass of red flesh, pressed against the house and against the window. Blood visibly pumps through it. I can hear it--whatever it is--pounding and scraping on the roof and walls.

I type faster.

I look at it. The flesh warps a little, then a huge brown human eye slithers forward from beneath the flesh, staring right at me.

Glass breaks somewhere in the house.

I wake up.

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