I must be a commie spy, too, like Trump and others — I’m linked to Russia. (Oh no!)

I’ve been near Russia. I was in Uzbekistan and Kazakhstan once. One of our guides even spoke Russian! Scary!

I believe our air route there was partially over Russia, too. Double scary!

I have a friend who is teaching herself Russian. Obviously an infiltrator!

In other words, don’t buy really anything the press pens about Russia. A resumption of the cold war would be good for the defense industry and good for the elites — at least until the point it escalates into a nuclear war. And I am deliberately using the anachronistic term “Commie” to emphasize what is happening here.

It’s Iraq all over again, but far more dangerous.

I like nightmares. I enjoy scary dreams. Not retrospectively — at the time, even if I am not lucid dreaming.

Maybe because I felt so much dread and the imminence and actuality of violence as a kid that somewhere deep my mind craves still all of those things for their familiarity and for the anarchy of the abandonment of all rules of decorum and convention. It’s a kind of freedom, though a terrible kind — the sort where you can do what you want, but so can the werewolf attempting to devour you.

I don’t want to live in a dystopia, but in many ways I grew up in one so when I wind up there again in my dreams it feels like going home.