C.H. Valentino

I had a terrifying dream last night- nay; terrifying. Paralyzingly real- and horrific.

 

I drempt living in a large loft apartment in Manhattan- and I was holed up in my studio working on the newest, lastest, greatest installment of Sam Marlow

 

Anyway- I'm pecking away on this old school black lacquer type writer when blood starts dripping on the keys. So, I look around my desk and find everything is covered in blood- red and moving like tiny snake over the desk top.

 

(here comes the worst part)

 

I woke up. And I ran to the bathroom- and looked in the mirror. And Samantha was looking at me- and said, "You don't do anything I don't want you to do". Then I look into the sink and it is full of blood, and my hands are cut off at the wrists.

 

Then I really woke up.

 

I seriously, was sick to my stomach. I dry heaved and then went back to bed- only to lay there, cradling my hands for an hour.

 

Sigh.

 

Can you say man vs. himself??!  

 

Jesus.

 

CHV