Someone changed the world while I was sleeping
Of the nightmares I had last night in the three and a half hours I managed to sleep, I think the best was the young East Asian man standing in front of our refrigerator, looking earnestly into the open freezer. He was wearing a very '90's plaid flannel overshirt, but when he turned to me I could see that his eyes were also mouths—not the neat teeth-fringed sockets of Sandman's The Corinthian, but jagged, champing fissures moving as busily as mouthparts, some of their teeth recognizably human, some very definitely not. In the dream I recognized him as some kind of youkai, but awake I have no idea. I knew he did not mean me harm. That did not necessarily make him safe to have in the house. I have to catch a bus now.

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Thank you. Looking back on the dream, I wonder if I should just have offered him something to eat. There are ways in which that might have been unwise, but it would also just have been the hospitable thing to do.
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If he comes back, I will.