Riding the Night Mare

That's what my gran used to call it. Her people were supposed to have the sight, and she took her vivid dreams as warnings...god, no.

I must've fallen asleep here on the couch. I was looking for that psycho Wallace - and I'd found her. I got my hands around her neck, and I started squeezing, but she just laughed. Her face changed - all of a sudden it was my Mom; she kept laughing, and laughing as I choked the life out of her. Finally, she choked out, went limp, I dropped her. I looked down at the corpse, and it was Alex, lying there at my feet.

Emil owes me my friggin' copay back. Jeezus....