A thing happened- I drove past my childhood home yesterday. I noticed that they changed the front door... Good for them. That evening- Worst nightmareabout getting kidnapped into a cult, then being the rebel that broke everybody out by changing the words of the song they made us sing. This morning- Woke up thinking about the door. Looked up "what does a moon on the front door mean"... the rabbit hole was vast. All of it was dark. I bet I'll never drive by it again.