Stab In The Dark

I dreamt of a serial killer last night. He was trying to kill me, and boy was he a sneaky bastard. He followed me doggedly everywhere, and the scenes went by like the worst of horror films! It ended with me running on the road on all fours, like I was some kind of mutant beast. Like a panther, or a jungle cat. I always run like that in my dreams. I wonder what it means...will I develop superpowers one day?

"There's still a little bit of your taste, in my mouth. There's still a little bit of you laced, with my doubt....There's still a little bit of your ghost, your witness. There's still a little bit of your face, I haven't kissed....There's still a little bit of your song, in my ear. There's still a little bit of your words I long to hear. Step a little closer to me, so close I can't see what's going on." Damien Rice.