22 THE DREAM (THIRD TIME)

Last night I had it again. Same old thing, seven people blah blah blah. Once again Kyle was there, and so was Hannah. She looked at me with sad, yet loving eyes. It felt like she was pitying me for some reason. I looked over at the person standing across from Hannah: it was a man this time. He was wearing a nice Victorian age suit, with a bow tie. As the rest of the people the man was faceless. I closed my eyes and concentrated. Like last time, the room quickly faded into darkness, as the giant red eyed man appeared out of thin air yet again. He commanded me to stop once more, but I kept thinking harder and harder.


He waved his hand towards me to crush me, but Kyle jumped in front of it and stopped it. I could feel a sort of power emanating from Kyle. It was sort of inhuman. 


Finally the face appeared on the man. He was handsome, with a beard, and he somewhat reminded me of Kyle. I guess Kyle thought the same: he walked up towards the man in awe (or was it shock), which soon turned into rage. He turned towards me, hatred filling his eyes, and left into the shadows. 


I woke up, confused, drained, and more tired than before I went to bed.

21 CHECKLIST AND SIMILARITIES

In the dim chances that whatever the fuck happened to Kyle was real, I think it might be happening to me and Hannah too. Here's a checklist:

-fucked up cryptic dreams: check!

-creepy crawley sounds in the walls: check!

-weird guy in a suit (even though in my case it's Kyle): SUPER CHECK!

Now, in the case that this is really happening (and I am sorry if I sweat disbelief but I am quite the cynic) then here is what I think is going on:

In Afraid At Home Kyle was possessed by this weird faceless entity after it was released into our world from some other dimension, or some shit like that. I was honestly a bit lost: the videos and the Pater Noster blog were confusing to keep up with. (seriously, who ever thought that Tumblr would be a good way to have a blog?) So, now that Kyle is possessed by this entity, the same sounds started over here. And Kyle lives next door...

Maybe the dream I'm having is the key. I think I get it! The sounds started in Hannah's house around the time I saw her face in my dream. Maybe Kyle wants me to find out who all of the faceless people are...and do what? Also, that implies that Kyle can somehow enter my dreams, which is preposterous. 

But we'll see. Next time I have the dream I'll visualize the next face. Maybe that will help...

20 SOMETHING'S OFF

Here is something a little bit odd: the sounds I told you guys a while ago have NOT fucking stopped! They are still going on every fucking night, and they are driving me crazy. I will tell management once more, and maybe ask them if I could switch apartments. A friend of mine had a bad roach problem a while ago and her management gave her a new apartment and ever gave her a deal on it. Hopefully something similar will happen.


But here's something weird: last night I stayed over at Hannah's house. We watched movies together, it was really fun. We fell asleep together late at night on her couch. Suddenly I was awakened by those same goddamn sounds from my apartment. Hannah was too tired so she didn't wake up. They were a bit softer and slower than the ones from my apartment, which led me to believe that I got so used to hearing those sounds at my place that I'm hearing them everywhere. Just fucking great!

19 WEEKEND

So, Hannah finally decided to make me pay her back for the favor she did for me. She made me go with her all the way out of town to take care of her grandmother's dogs for the weekend. It wasn't all that bad, though. We got to spend three days at her grandmother's cabin by ourselves. It was great: we went on hikes, we went for a swim in the lake near by, and we slept outside under the stars.


I've known Hannah since we were twelve, but in those three days we got closer than ever...much closer...


I am actually really happy right now.

18 HANNAH

I'm sorry I didn't update any time sooner. Right after I wrote the last blog entry, I called my friend Hannah. She said everything was fine. However, yesterday Hannah called me and told me about a recurring dream she has been having.


As she described it (and yes these are her words not mine): she was in a giant embryo of light in a sort of fetal stage. Suddenly she grew up into her current form, and was expelled from the embryo into a desert. She was naked, and the sun was killing her. She slowly started dying, and in an ultimate attempt at living, transformed herself into an oasis, with a water pool, and a palm tree, the whole nine yards. Out of nowhere, a man covered in ragged clothes walked up to the oasis. He was dirty and tired. The man took a drink from the oasis and suddenly felt his strength return to him. The man removed the rags from his face, revealing him to be me. I thanked the oasis and the light that birthed it and left.


She wasn't as freaked out about that dream as I was. I think there might be a connection to mine. What makes me think of this is the fact that she remembers the first time she had that dream coincided with me seeing her in my dream. Maybe if I can see the other people's faces I can put these pieces together more easily. Or maybe these are just dreams, and I am just disillusioned...

17 THE DREAM PT.2

I have been having a few nights of unrequited sleep the past few nights because of my work schedule. However, last night I did manage to get some good sleep, and I had that dream again.


The white room, the faceless people, Kyle approaching me: all was exactly the same. So I thought, maybe if I think harder I can see who these people are. So I did, and their faces slowly began to be etched upon those empty visages. 


And just like last time, the room turned pitch black and the giant man with the red eyes appeared again and shouted "NO!" I looked over to Kyle and he was softly smiling in a very encouraging way as to say "go on". So I did. 


I concentrated my hardest to make those faces appear, but this did not please the giant man. I couldn't see his face, as it was covered in wrath and darkness, but his red eyes blinded me. I shielded my face from the light. Suddenly, dark clouds began forming up in the air, and thunderous roars began pervading the room. I was scared, my legs were shaking. But I pressed on.


I finally managed to visualize the face of the person nearest to me, and to my surprise it turned out to be my best friend Hannah. Kyle smiled and walked towards her. I couldn't see what he was doing because at that moment the giant man walked up to me, grabbed me, and swallowed me whole.


I woke up, sweating, shaking, and with a bloody nose. I am still startled and exhausted right now. I feel drained. I don't know if any of what happened in that dream was real...


Only a crazy person would ask themselves that. I do, however need to check up on Hannah...and maybe even Kyle...

16 THIS SENSATION COMES NOT FROM

I know I said I might try to post poetry again, and this time, I swear I tried my best. I sat down at my desk, pen in my hand, and paper in front of me, and began to write. I wrote:


This sensation comes not from


And then my phone rang. I answered and it was the same muffled crackling voice as last time repeating the name James. I made sure they knew I wasn't James but it just kept going on. I hung up. I had enough of weird shit for a while.


Ironically, my doorbell rang, and standing there was Kyle in his goddamn suit. He asked me if he could come in. This time I reluctantly asked what he wanted from me. He said he needed to talk, to which I responded that if he wanted to talk there was a good a place as any.


He agreed and proceeded to ask me if I've had any weird dreams lately. I said no. He then told me he knew about me knowing about him and the Afraid At Home channel. I asked him if it was real: he ignored the question and told me that I need to think harder next time and to not listen to the giant man with the red eyes.


I was speechless.


He turned around and walked away. 


How the fuck did he know about my dream from the other night? 


I returned to the desk where I tried to keep writing the poem I started, but instead I took out my laptop and wrote this blog entry. I think I'm knee deep in some bad shit.