My sleep has been troubled for some time. Many strange surreal dreams. I sleep in two to three hour instalments. This afternoon I awoke from another cold hard dream.

I was leaving. Leaving my digs. It was a mix of my present digs my childhood home my old office at the radio station. Other places, but all places I once felt safe.

I was wrapping some of my art pieces family photos, and putting them into a shoulder bag. Then leaving or trying too. The door was locked from the outside. The dream morphs I'm on the street somehow with others.
We're all fleeing. I had chills of fear so real my fingers were trembling when I awoke.

It's unclear the details of who was after us. Also some things were out of focus. Sounds were muffled. It was day then night then day. However there was danger we had to leave flee. 

Afterward I thought it was like Jews in terror escaping Nazis. In thinking later perhaps it was racist coming for us. Coming for the un-white Queers the unwanted. American ethnic cleansing had finally come.