I had a nightmare last night that I was murdered. After I was buried, I was still "alive" (not buried alive..but just back around again) and I was trying to keep the intruders out of my "house", going around making sure all the doors were locked.  They kept chasing me and trying to get in.  I hate that I have dreams like that.

I've been avoiding finding out what happened with the court case..

Anyway, today I found him.  I saw his mug shots--he was wearing the dirty white polo from that night.  He looks like a "normal" guy. He's 34. Born in May.  He's going to be incarcerated until December and then he is going to have 3 years probation.  I'm torn between crying...and getting up and leaving.

Lock it up.  Close the lid. Seal it shut.  It. never. happened.