PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

[ooc: Posted after the second nightmare. I haven't posted the first log yet, much less this one, but I'll get them up, I promise! No matter what it takes. ;)]


Last night I had another dream, I think. I woke up and there was something strange going on.

The ceiling was bleeding. Then it felt like the walls were closing in on me. There were shadow figures in the room...like him...I could've sworn there were two of them. But they were different this time. Harsher...if that seems like it's possible. Less about the sexual aspect, and more about the killing.

Their...helmets...seemed different. I don't know why, but that scared the hell out of me. I heard people screaming, and the sound of a blade cutting them down. It was like some kind of distorted transmission, like I was hearing it through a radio or a filter of some kind.

Then I woke up and it was all a dream. But then, I noticed some drops of blood on my fingers. I looked down and there was a puddle of blood under my back, to my side.

I couldn't stop trembling for a long time after that, and I was sweating even though it felt like I couldn't get warm no matter what I did to myself.

What's happening to me?

* includes anyone who commented on this post, as well as other close friends/family who might have seen it in the meantime

What happened last night, there's no excuse for. But there is a reason.

Things haven't been going well. I know they haven't been going well for a lot of people, in a way worse way than me, but I just fit into that category too is all I'm saying. And then when Ruby said what she said, it was kind of like the last straw in a way, even if I still don't think she was entirely wrong. Normally, I would've been able to brush it off, but considering everything else along with it, that didn't happen obviously. And...back home, I would've...done something else to deal with it. But I don't do that here, not anymore. So it was literally like an explosion, and it didn't make any sense and it wasn't normal by any stretch of the imagination. But I'm not really normal, either, in the sense that I didn't really deal with the stuff that happened in Silent Hill all that well. It's one of those things that comes back to haunt you.

Anyway, I don't want to make this too longwinded, because then it'll just sound like an excuse, and that wasn't what I wanted. What happened, that's just not me, is all. I...had to say that. And I'm sorry if anyone was offended or hurt or anything by what I was doing, last night or otherwise. That definitely wasn't my intention either.

I need someone here with me so I can check out of the hospital. ...Would you mind?

Was there something that you neglected to tell me, Detective?

So... who wants to help Appleton Investigations clean up their new home base of operations? Seriously. This place is a dump at the moment (not to mention is reeks of Thai food). Come one, come all! If you help clean up (help keep it clean) then you can live in the building, rent free- plenty of room once we clean.

Contact Appleton Investigations [phone number and address here] if interested

Murdock and Byrd. Senior Associate.

And I won't even make you sign over your soul for representation.

PTB, you seriously suck, you know that? Can't this city catch a break for five minutes? What the hell were you thinking making me the Slayer? Of all your crappy decisions, that one ranks pretty highly. I am so not the person for this.

But I guess you made that choice anyway so now I've got to suck it up and deal and do my damn job huh?

I hate you, for the record.

Ok, things are pretty much chaos at the moment, so I'm thinking we need a roll call of the resident psychos who need a serious ass kicking.

One of the psycho vamps, Raidon. He can control your mind and invade your dreams.