InsaneJournal

I didn't want to believe in all of this. Oh, I've read the reports - how many times in one year can a water supply be laced with LSD? You'd have to be purposefully obtuse to ignore that this place is strange.

Then there was the naked man in my backyard, who happily demonstrated his ability to heal by stabbing himself with a fork in my kitchen.

I'm only two dreams in to this bizarre world filled with time travel and robots whose sole purpose involves killing me and my son. Anyone would like to believe that this world doesn't exist. A world where, in the future, a machine would be so angry at its creators as to blow up the entire world.

But I'm washing blood out of my sheets and have a hole in my shoulder. I can't ignore what's right in my face. Even if I wanted to - and believe me, I want to. If this rabbit hole goes as deep as they say, I have to be prepared.