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The anxiety dreams are annoying

The burnt out car's been taken away by the police, at last.  Thank goodness.  I was starting to dream about it - that I couldn't meet with the boss that I was supposed to have a vital appointment with because he'd been killed in a car accident.

Except that it was more sinister than that - his secretary was somehow involved, and the boss was dead, but he was still around.  And I don't mean like Weekend at Bernie's, either.  More like Night of the Living Dead.  And she didn't want me to meet the boss, even though the appointment was really important and starting to get urgent.  She was trying to stop me from making my meeting.

(Dreams are weird.  Maybe I should go to a doctor and get some sleeping pills or something.)

It's funny - there were some of those Forensics experts crawling around after the car had gone.  You'd think they'd had enough before.

But...  There was something in the grass.  Something like a symbol.  Or part of a symbol.  It didn't make any sense.  Part of it was destroyed when the car was taken away - but how did it get there in the first place?
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