Well, NY is apparently not an OK place to be anymore. (Sorry for not posting, I've been in areas with little-to-no phone signal so it's been hard to upload anything.)
So I'm off to the Southwest on the advice of a friend. Been on the road for about a week now, maybe a little less. The dreams are getting both better (less of them) and worse (lasting longer) at the same time. What kind of place has black plants everywhere, anyway? Is this some mystical sign-thing or something?
Aaaanyway. I'm heading for the driest, least hospitable place I can think of, in the hopes that It won't follow me very often or very easily. Wish me luck!