29.02.08

Today only happens every 4 years, must have some sort of energy attached to it me figures, especially after the early morning dream I narrowly escaped from.

There were remote control planes that grew to normal proportions, we (the ubiquitous we) tried to use them to escape something, I found I had to fly it though the main drive shaft was a very old bicycle, we crashed, sprawled onto a drive way and felt that a nasty vibe abounded, luckily we had 2 packs of playing cards with which to deal out damaging blows to whatever was trying to harm us,

But it managed to get a young girl,

Stole her in order to make its presence corporeal.

Then the scene skipped to where I was arguing with the stolen girl, though she did not appear as a child any longer, she was smirking at me with a malevolent feel of something that was Evil made physically manifest.

I was apparently upset at having helped this evil creature attack a person I could not see clearly as each time he was attacked it was through a cloudy glass door. The first time we put a large butcher’s knife into the back of him, the second time we smashed an oversized light bulb into the face area, and the last attack saw us use the knife to cut his throat.

The girl continued to stand there like a grimacing porcelain doll, then she moved and motioned at me laughing.

The scenes of attack replayed though now I could see the face,

I saw the knife go into my back,

I saw the glass shards rip my face,

I saw the butcher knife cut deep into my throat,

And my head roll onto the floor,

With a bemused look on my face.


And in another room a world away the little girl lay dead, with blood encircling her head like a morbid halo, though she looked relaxed and free.

It was about then I was roused by my phone telling me

"It's 0540, time to get up; its 0540, time to get up"

Indeed I thought; don't really want to take that ride again, not sure if I could afford the ticket in any case.

So here I am in the relative calm and safety of prison, in others heads instead of my own.


See you in another 4 years.




The Grey Madness, Gollum, his 6000 year old dog and The 6ft White Wabbit.