Never eating before bed again
I swear it. Well, I'll try. You know how it is.
Last night I had a dream. In this dream, at some point, I was told that I had to secure a straightjacket on a one year old. I tried my best to persuade the child that it was nothing that would harm them or feel uncomfortable, but no matter how I tried, in the end, the child knew what it was for. It was a declaration that she would no longer be loved. She squirmed, but I fit the jacket over her arms, and picked her up, taking her to the desired location.
Also, something horrible was coming our way, by means of natural disaster or bomb. All I knew was that it was time to go. Fast.
Dreams are weird, but sometimes, the emotions you have while you're awake can surpass even those that you feel in that sleeping state. Those are the ones that kill me the most.
I've told no one this, until now, but evil is preparing. It seems to be a good time for the worst to happen, too. I've felt something or someone watching over my shoulder, making its presence known. I've felt it as certain people have passed by, and I know just from the way my hands seem to clench a little tighter that these people are no allies. While I am prone to fits of paranoia, I cannot say that this feels the same. It feels like there is a brief second that black washes through. Not jet, not obsidian, not opal. Black. The absence of color. I can feel it feeding on any negative emotion that I may be wearing at the time.
I've seen those who wear black on their hearts walk by without consequence, and also those who confront me with a heavy demeanor. They all seem to be telling me the same thing; if you want to survive, be prepared. Don't think about being prepared; be preparing as you think. I came across an older quote today about evil triumphing by good men doing nothing. Well, I came across it on purpose, because I remembered the initiative that a mantra can give you. If you're one of the good guys, you should be preparing, now. This winter is bringing at least the fears you're dreading, maybe a few more.
I sound like such a doomsayer, or at least a loon. I wish I knew why I felt this way, right now. Everything is pretty normal, elsewise. Nothing has really changed, for me to be having delusions of chaos. Hopefully, I'm not en route to an asylum. With even more hope, I wonder if this is just a passing phase in my head.
Last night I had a dream. In this dream, at some point, I was told that I had to secure a straightjacket on a one year old. I tried my best to persuade the child that it was nothing that would harm them or feel uncomfortable, but no matter how I tried, in the end, the child knew what it was for. It was a declaration that she would no longer be loved. She squirmed, but I fit the jacket over her arms, and picked her up, taking her to the desired location.
Also, something horrible was coming our way, by means of natural disaster or bomb. All I knew was that it was time to go. Fast.
Dreams are weird, but sometimes, the emotions you have while you're awake can surpass even those that you feel in that sleeping state. Those are the ones that kill me the most.
I've told no one this, until now, but evil is preparing. It seems to be a good time for the worst to happen, too. I've felt something or someone watching over my shoulder, making its presence known. I've felt it as certain people have passed by, and I know just from the way my hands seem to clench a little tighter that these people are no allies. While I am prone to fits of paranoia, I cannot say that this feels the same. It feels like there is a brief second that black washes through. Not jet, not obsidian, not opal. Black. The absence of color. I can feel it feeding on any negative emotion that I may be wearing at the time.
I've seen those who wear black on their hearts walk by without consequence, and also those who confront me with a heavy demeanor. They all seem to be telling me the same thing; if you want to survive, be prepared. Don't think about being prepared; be preparing as you think. I came across an older quote today about evil triumphing by good men doing nothing. Well, I came across it on purpose, because I remembered the initiative that a mantra can give you. If you're one of the good guys, you should be preparing, now. This winter is bringing at least the fears you're dreading, maybe a few more.
I sound like such a doomsayer, or at least a loon. I wish I knew why I felt this way, right now. Everything is pretty normal, elsewise. Nothing has really changed, for me to be having delusions of chaos. Hopefully, I'm not en route to an asylum. With even more hope, I wonder if this is just a passing phase in my head.