Alicia watches too much X Files.

[Before you start wondering if I should have said "too many X Files" rather than "too much X Files," let me explain my reasoning for the way I wrote it. Think of it as "Alicia watches too much (of one show)" and it makes sense. I'm not thinking "X Files" as in the plural of something. It's one show. Called X Files.]

I started watching X Files in December, when I visited some friends in Califorina. They showed me the first movie and a few random episodes. Since I had nothing going on with my life, I decided I would continue watching it at home because all the seasons stream on Netflix. Well, there were a few interruptions with business and a lack of internet, but I'm finally down to the very last seven episodes. Whenever I watch X Files, it is the only thing I can watch at that time, meaning I will watch an entire season in a couple of days. That usually affects my life in some way. Right now it's affecting my dreams (and how nervous I get being home alone).

I had the creepiest dream last night. A man was stalking me because he wanted to eat me. He kept trying to make fattening meals, to fatten ME up. At one point I was in a hotel room and somehow he came to be standing there. I kept trying to run away from him and he kept finding me and getting into wherever I was. [Turns out my hotel room had a couple doors that didn't secure.] I never remember the details and entire plot lines of my dreams very well, but I do know that this guy [and a woman, too] pursued me all over and they were creepy. They would just be in my room. They wouldn't attack but they would look and stare. Sometimes they would be cooking.

Then I woke up and my blind eyes mistook jackets and purses hanging on my door for a person in my room. Well, I just about had a heart attack right there. This dream wore me out so badly that I actually slept until my alarm for the first time in about five days.