Another day, a good one.

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I did have a troubling dream.  In it something broke my front door.  It wasn't meant to enter my home, but to disturb.  It wasn't even a physical attack, it was spiritual.  It was meant to annoy, insult, or such.  Old friends.  Very, very, old friends visited.  Friends no more to be sure.  And, yet, kin as well.  That will never change.

I called the police, though merely to make a statement so that insurance would pay the damages... or at least that avenue would be open.  I warned them not to approach unless everything seemed right to them.  I asked that they sound their alarm when they arrived so that I could go out to them.  I was unwilling to have them harmed for this.  I told them to drive on by if a large darkness was present.  Sure, they might have thought be a bit crazy.  But, oddly, I have saved disbelievers lives in the past at such a risk.  They don't believe, but if something is odd they will leave.  They will continue to deny, then treat me differently from then on, but they will live.

My old friends, kin, won't harm me... can't, really.  And they won't try to harm others in my presence.  They just want me back in the club.  Those of us who have changed sides is quite small.  Even if I, we, are able to reach out and recruit some of them to the right side we will still be a vast minority.  And, yet, for having changed sides, we are terribly powerful compared to our kind.  From hyena to lions, and more.  Not, fully, bulletproof, just... more than most of my kind, even in a pack, would care to attack directly.
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After that I dreamed the trash man, when driving buy, realized my trash had not been taken to the curb.  Usually he just drives by, never stopping.  In this case, he did stop, and pulled my trash out.  As well, he had someone else's trash bin and was doing a similar favor.  This was... a dream to counter the first.  A spiritual notification that, while I had enemies, too, I had friends.
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I can't remember when I went to bed.  I don't think it was quite to 22:00 though.  I was up and down all night.  A few days ago I missed my water pill and got backloaded.  The first dream didn't help.  No major complaints, just business and a twitch.  I woke at 7:00, give or take.  All good, if a bit too much sleep.  Though that it was heavily disturbed sleep, it works out being longer.

Dishes this morning.  I'll reset the soak, set the timer for two hours, feed the cats and finish the rinsing dishes at the alarm.  Then a shower.  And then tending any laundry left to fold or whatever.  I'll figure things out after that.  Most likely picking up steaks, another small shopping trip, and then, if laundry has been handled, perhaps a start on more of that as well as setting up all other dishes I can find.  No promises, just a disorganized, sleepy, plan or hope.

Good morning, and day.