Thursday, October 20, 2008: Unless they are really gnarly, typically I don’t remember my dreams. Last night was one of those times. In the dream, I was standing against a wall in a public building talking with Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel). There were a good number of people around when a girl came up to me and started speaking really fast in Spanish. I did not understand what she was saying. As I looked to Adriana for help. Adriana looked at me with a weird look on her face. All of sudden a guy came up to me. He also said something to me in Spanish and without warning he pulled out a gun and shot me in the neck. I did not feel it but I was getting dizzy and losing energy rather quickly. As I slid down the wall to sit up on the floor I noticed all the blood. It was everywhere. People were not screaming. They were all looking at me in shock as if they were trying to comprehend what was going on as I sat there bleeding to death.
Then I woke up.
It felt like I was set up in that dream. I thought about it and started to think about how the situation with Adriana was deteriorating by the day. The lunacy just would not stop. I was actually starting to think I was not going to make it out of this situation alive. It’s a surreal feeling to know that someone might go Jodi Arias on you. I actually got my affairs in order and emailed a friend of mine to let them know of my concerns and who to call if I turned up missing or dead. There would be no doubt as to who to look at when they went through all the evidence.
It would be another 6-days when I caught Adriana hacking into my email, again. Yes, even after changing the passwords for the 3rd time. This time I caught Adriana deleting emails my friend sent to me when discussing Adriana’s fake Facebook profile and stalking of this friend. Those deleted emails had the screen shots mentioned in another post. Little did she know at the time we already downloaded those attachments for safekeeping. In addition, Adriana was forwarding emails to herself, including the email I sent to my friend addressing concerns that Adriana was actually capable of killing me or having me killed. Ugh.
