the story I almost read at The Moth

but didn't

i keep having this dream where i'm being followed. it's always dark, soupy and liminal like weird and bad dreams always are. first i'm being followed and them i'm being chased — then i'm leaping over walls and snagging my pants on barbed wire fences, drawing blood. the someone who is chasing me gets nearer and nearer, until i give up, until i turn back …