Dear Journal, (Or Whatever the hell this is.)
It's 4am and I can't sleep.
What started as pleasant dreams of me and some beautiful girl, have now taken a darker turn...
One minute I'm...Well, having sex with this girl in some classy hotel room, then the next minute, I'm in a room, a man is...chanting (?) some obscene things, there's a bright flaming sword, the smell of ozone and sulfur...
...And staring red eyes out of a black fiery abyss.
God, every time I think about it there is a sharp pain in my head, like an intense buzzing sound, then my eyes get blurry, and I'm overwhelmed with tastes, smells, lights, sights...feelings.
Like memories.
But that can't be right. I mean, I don't know remember doing any of the stuff in my dreams. I mean, I've never had a girlfriend before, so sex hasn't really been a thing with me...Swords are a little archaic, and chanting in a room...That's just...weird. Right?
Maybe I'll talk to Israel about it...That Robin girl...Every time I think of her for too long, I get dizzy with the sensations again...
But, I really want to be around her...Whatever, I'm going to try and get some sleep.
Warm hands.
Fall leaves between old pages.
Metal breaks behind my back.
The iron tang of blood fills my mouth.
I'm weakened, scared, powerless against this creature.
A figure in a red hat holding me up by my throat, his eyes murderous orbs.
"You could always work for me you know...I could make you powerful. We'd make quite a team."
Anger fills me up from head to toe.
"Fuck you Fairy." I say spitting blood into his smug, evil face.
He wipes it off and laughs. "Alright. Fine by me."
A bright light, I'm suddenly released and I fall to the floor.
"Let him go." Israel stands before me shining like a beacon.
What the hell?
What did I just write? Was I writing in my sleep?
Israel's involved in this now too?
What the hell is happening to me?
Or is it..What the hell happened to me?
I'm going to stay awake tonight I think, besides its time to get to school in 4 hours anway...
-Vincent
Sunday, 6 April 2014
Monday, 31 March 2014
My Baby
Dear Journal,
I can't sleep...My dreams are becoming a real problem lately. Intense would be a good word to describe them...
SOOO, I thought you all might like to see my baby. I'll warn you she's beautiful...WA-BAM!
I know, she's gorgeous right? She's a 67' Mustang Fastback, featuring one of the first big block engines a 390ci, double exhaust, custom rims, decals, and even a full leather interior. The back seats are a little uncomfortable, but it'll get me from point A to point B in one hell of a hurry--and in style.
...Alright, now I'm just stalling...
I've had a crap day...Hell, I still don't even know what to make of it...Everything was going fine, classes were good, I sealed that lease on my new condo. (I'll have moved in by the end of the week.)
I'll spill then.
I met this girl...
Okay, Okay, look. I'm sure you're all like: "Awwww, isn't that sweet!"...But, it's not as stereotypical as that. She's been watching me after practice, so I decided I'd go and talk to her, you know, be friendly.
I asked her out for coffee, things were going okay, then suddenly....I started having these, weird, flashbacks?...No. Visions?...I don't know, they didn't make any sense...
Like snow flakes resting on her face...Her laughter echoing through a snow covered forest....Warm cocoa with chocolate on the bottom of the mug.
Even now, the thought of it makes my head hurt...For some reason when I'm near her, I get these sensations...(Hey. Don't get any wrong ideas...Although she is beautiful...)
Like tastes, smells, things I've felt. Or--I think I've felt.
Anyway, I tried asking her out for coffee...I mean--with everyone treating me so differently lately, I'm kind of alone and she's been showing some real interest in me.Hell she even offered me her own water bottle to help hydrate me after I told her I was getting a head-ache...
It was sweet.
Then she told me: "Vincent...You have to stay away from me. It's just better if you stay away from me and stop ... trying to be in my life."
So, I said: "How could you know if my life was better without you in it, if you're not even willing to try?"
(Cute, I know right?...)
But the thing is, when she left me, I felt like we had already had this discussion before...I got a little dizzy, my eyes stung with tears...And I'm not sure what heart-break feels like; admittedly I've never had a serious girlfriend, but the feeling I had when I got into my car afterword, I'm pretty sure was close to it.
I've never met this girl. Hell, I could barely recall her name. (It's Robin, by the way.)
Something weird is going on here and I'm pretty sure she's involved somehow. I'm going to find out what it is, and get to the bottom of it.
I'll keep you informed,
Cheers,
-Vincent
I can't sleep...My dreams are becoming a real problem lately. Intense would be a good word to describe them...
SOOO, I thought you all might like to see my baby. I'll warn you she's beautiful...WA-BAM!
I know, she's gorgeous right? She's a 67' Mustang Fastback, featuring one of the first big block engines a 390ci, double exhaust, custom rims, decals, and even a full leather interior. The back seats are a little uncomfortable, but it'll get me from point A to point B in one hell of a hurry--and in style.
...Alright, now I'm just stalling...
I've had a crap day...Hell, I still don't even know what to make of it...Everything was going fine, classes were good, I sealed that lease on my new condo. (I'll have moved in by the end of the week.)
I'll spill then.
I met this girl...
Okay, Okay, look. I'm sure you're all like: "Awwww, isn't that sweet!"...But, it's not as stereotypical as that. She's been watching me after practice, so I decided I'd go and talk to her, you know, be friendly.
I asked her out for coffee, things were going okay, then suddenly....I started having these, weird, flashbacks?...No. Visions?...I don't know, they didn't make any sense...
Like snow flakes resting on her face...Her laughter echoing through a snow covered forest....Warm cocoa with chocolate on the bottom of the mug.
Even now, the thought of it makes my head hurt...For some reason when I'm near her, I get these sensations...(Hey. Don't get any wrong ideas...Although she is beautiful...)
Like tastes, smells, things I've felt. Or--I think I've felt.
Anyway, I tried asking her out for coffee...I mean--with everyone treating me so differently lately, I'm kind of alone and she's been showing some real interest in me.Hell she even offered me her own water bottle to help hydrate me after I told her I was getting a head-ache...
It was sweet.
Then she told me: "Vincent...You have to stay away from me. It's just better if you stay away from me and stop ... trying to be in my life."
So, I said: "How could you know if my life was better without you in it, if you're not even willing to try?"
(Cute, I know right?...)
But the thing is, when she left me, I felt like we had already had this discussion before...I got a little dizzy, my eyes stung with tears...And I'm not sure what heart-break feels like; admittedly I've never had a serious girlfriend, but the feeling I had when I got into my car afterword, I'm pretty sure was close to it.
I've never met this girl. Hell, I could barely recall her name. (It's Robin, by the way.)
Something weird is going on here and I'm pretty sure she's involved somehow. I'm going to find out what it is, and get to the bottom of it.
I'll keep you informed,
Cheers,
-Vincent
Sunday, 30 March 2014
Memory Loss
Dear Journal,
God, I must have been to one hell of a party a couple days ago, in that Church basement, because I remember nothing about it.
I must have made a right ass out of myself though, because Caleb, Israel, Chantel, and Tobias keep looking at me like I've got an arm growing out of my head.
Whatever it is that I did though, no one is talking.
Their loss I guess, I mean we used to be so close, was it that bad?
(Maybe I kissed that Chantel chick?...I think her Tobias, and Israel have a thing going.)
I guess since this is my first journal entry ever, (I'm not even sure why I wanted to write one in the first place) I guess I'll explain a little about me.
I'm a pretty stereotypically handsome--if I do say so myself--17 year old, 5"11-Rugby nut.
I love my car, an old '67 Mustang fastback, I like getting out to practice after classes and I thought I was pretty popular with my closest friends, until recently.
NOTE TO SELF!: I've got to remember to give that lawyer a call back about the old house.
Anyway, enough about them...I also think this girl in my class likes me. But I mean, not in the usual way.
She keeps staring at me when she thinks I'm not looking, like I've got a volcano of a zit on my face that's about to explode. (It's making me absurdly self-conscious for some reason.)
Funny enough though, when I go to try and talk to her, she disappears like fog in the wind. (Whoa, easy on the metaphors there Vincent!)
ANOTHER NOTE TO SELF!: That loft apartment that Mom was talking about has gone up for sale on King and Church. I should get on top of seeing if I can seal that lease.
Anyway, I'll guess I'll keep you informed,
Sincerely? Yours? (Fuck, how does someone end these things?)
Cheers?
-Vincent
God, I must have been to one hell of a party a couple days ago, in that Church basement, because I remember nothing about it.
I must have made a right ass out of myself though, because Caleb, Israel, Chantel, and Tobias keep looking at me like I've got an arm growing out of my head.
Whatever it is that I did though, no one is talking.
Their loss I guess, I mean we used to be so close, was it that bad?
(Maybe I kissed that Chantel chick?...I think her Tobias, and Israel have a thing going.)
I guess since this is my first journal entry ever, (I'm not even sure why I wanted to write one in the first place) I guess I'll explain a little about me.
I'm a pretty stereotypically handsome--if I do say so myself--17 year old, 5"11-Rugby nut.
I love my car, an old '67 Mustang fastback, I like getting out to practice after classes and I thought I was pretty popular with my closest friends, until recently.
NOTE TO SELF!: I've got to remember to give that lawyer a call back about the old house.
Anyway, enough about them...I also think this girl in my class likes me. But I mean, not in the usual way.
She keeps staring at me when she thinks I'm not looking, like I've got a volcano of a zit on my face that's about to explode. (It's making me absurdly self-conscious for some reason.)
Funny enough though, when I go to try and talk to her, she disappears like fog in the wind. (Whoa, easy on the metaphors there Vincent!)
ANOTHER NOTE TO SELF!: That loft apartment that Mom was talking about has gone up for sale on King and Church. I should get on top of seeing if I can seal that lease.
Anyway, I'll guess I'll keep you informed,
Sincerely? Yours? (Fuck, how does someone end these things?)
Cheers?
-Vincent
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