I woke up with all the lights in my room on. I had another dream about demons and exorcisms again. This time around I was talking with a woman claiming to be possessed by various inhuman spirits. Her voice changed various times during our conversation. Unluckily, her words elude me. A week or so ago I dreamed that I was being exorcised. The demon, which looked like Pazuzu from the Exorcist with a red face, seemed to be hurt every time I screamed “Oi!” at him. I don’t know what all of this about demons is all about, but I hope it ain’t a bad omen of some sort. I’m driving down to Jacksonville to visit [Katrianna] today. Then I’m heading back to Atlanta. Peace.