So I’ve pretty much licked my conscious fear since having my apartment broken into a few weeks ago. As I wrote in an earlier post, I feel overwhelming gratitude that I am safe and that most of my belongings are intact.

However, my subconscious is not so restful on the topic. I’ve been having anxiety-ridden dreams. I think writing about it here will help release what is apparently pent-up.

Fear be gone. Please.

Sweet dreams, come on in.