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I had a dream that someone knocked on my door.  Someone asked for me by name, and I affirmed my identity, and someone else took a picture of me and they ran back to a car.  I caught up to them before they could drive off, I don't remember how my interrogation went, but there were five of them in the car, so a physical confrontation wasn't a good idea.  so I wedged the driver side door open so I could at lest get their license plate number before they drove off and did god-knows-what with my name and address.  I remember seeing six letters a nd coming up with a mnemonic device to remember them all.

I suspected they were internet trolls... probably going to dox me on Encyclopedia Dramatica or something.

I thought of calling Larry for advice, or of changing my passwords, but I was too depressed to do either.

and then the next day something pulled into my driveway and I got out to see what it was and it was a delivery to a church that was next door, in the dream version of the neighborhood.

nothing else happened.

but basically I've been hanging out in too many of the Anonymous-infested parts of the Internet, where losers nurture their hatred of other losers, and where a lot of the culture is based entirely on annoying people.  The randomized content is probably setting off an addictive process of some kind, but the culture is terrible and I need to find something else.

there's got to be something better