I had a chilling nightmare last night. I dreamed that I lured a serial killer to my door.
How could I have been so blind?
Usually, I trust the universe to bring me good things. In my experience, it hasn’t failed me often.
Universe, please bring me good things today. I love my life.
But if I have gone wrong, I hope that I get murdered in a scummy hotel room. It just feels apropos.
I’m certain if that ever happened my need for vengeance would far outweigh my ability to control my emotions. Not just revenge, not just the need to avenge the murderer, but to make him suffer until death would be a blessing.