Goodbye friends. The Axiom, who I assume is the judge guy has appeared in front of me and wants me to come with him. He allowed me to finish this last post.
I'm not sure what he is going to do, but I assume that I won't return.
I bid you farewell readers.
Farewell!
April 9th: Emily
Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove –
He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House
that seemed A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries –
and yet Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –
-Emily Dickinson, Becuase I could not stop for death.
Due to this still being an uneventful day, I thought I'd post my favorite poem.
Just to make things less depressing.
I have a feeling tomorrow will be the day.
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.
We slowly drove –
He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility –
We passed the School, where Children strove At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –
Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –
We paused before a House
that seemed A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –
Since then – 'tis Centuries –
and yet Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –
-Emily Dickinson, Becuase I could not stop for death.
Due to this still being an uneventful day, I thought I'd post my favorite poem.
Just to make things less depressing.
I have a feeling tomorrow will be the day.
April 8th: Nothing
Nothing really happened today. I didn't die, so that's something. I just sat around the apartment enjoying my last moments alive. I didn't even go out and find a job, because what's the point. The fridge is stocked with enough food to last me a few days.
Now I'm just waiting,
waiting for death.
Now I'm just waiting,
waiting for death.
April 7th: Today
Which brings us to today. The reason I earlier said that I was going to die soon is because I saw the tall faceless man again, he was shorter than in my previous dreams. But, I was wide awake. He didn't even say anything, he just reached into me, like going through my skin and into my inner body. I didn't feel anything he was doing as I was terrified but he eventually pulled something out. It was a big ball of sludge, like what I had been throwing up.
His head opened up, revealing a big mouth with a razor sharp teeth and he ate it.
"Thank you for your complience in taking down this breaker of the order. But I'm afraid that now my protection of you has worn off. The Axiom will be with you shortly, goodbye" he said in the same booming voice and vanished.
I just sat there in bed, freaked out by this. I was just paralyzed by fear until a few hours later when I got up and started writing this blog.
I'm not sure what will happen, but I think I'm definatly going to die.
His head opened up, revealing a big mouth with a razor sharp teeth and he ate it.
"Thank you for your complience in taking down this breaker of the order. But I'm afraid that now my protection of you has worn off. The Axiom will be with you shortly, goodbye" he said in the same booming voice and vanished.
I just sat there in bed, freaked out by this. I was just paralyzed by fear until a few hours later when I got up and started writing this blog.
I'm not sure what will happen, but I think I'm definatly going to die.
April 6th: Sickness
I was sick again, but it was not obvious so I didn't have to miss work. At work I was given a free pass for the next article of mine, which meant I could just write about something. On a lack of judgment I wrote about my experiences a few months ago and stretched that out into a few pages. I handed it to my boss, who was not pleased. He said something about personal experiences shouldn't be posted as they are lies, since these things don't exist. Yes we reported strange happenings, but we never confirmed anything. He had been noting how I've been slipping up lately, so he decided to fire me.
I was devestated.
Linda was not supportive with me either and told me why the hell I got myself fired. We ended up having a big argument about it, which made me really angry and without thinking I hit her in the face. She started to cry, ran to her room and packed her bags for her & Anna and got out of the house. I tried to apologize to her, I tried to get her to not leave, I even grabbed her hand and begged her but she just kicked me in the shins.
I just stood there like a complete idiot. I knew that going after her would only make it worse, so I did the sensible thing and started drinking, more than I had ever in my entire lifetime.
I was devestated.
Linda was not supportive with me either and told me why the hell I got myself fired. We ended up having a big argument about it, which made me really angry and without thinking I hit her in the face. She started to cry, ran to her room and packed her bags for her & Anna and got out of the house. I tried to apologize to her, I tried to get her to not leave, I even grabbed her hand and begged her but she just kicked me in the shins.
I just stood there like a complete idiot. I knew that going after her would only make it worse, so I did the sensible thing and started drinking, more than I had ever in my entire lifetime.
April 3rd: Better
I eventually got an organ donor and got the right insurance that would cover the growth in my stomache. So I managed to live. My wife and daughter came home and I started to go to work again and for the most part except the occational dream about the sludge covering me, the next 3 months were uneventful.
Which made me feel safe and think of the earlier happenings as delusions of my sickness, which of course...it wasn't.
Which made me feel safe and think of the earlier happenings as delusions of my sickness, which of course...it wasn't.
January 5th: Dying
By now the dreams were becoming more and more frequent. It only changed between that judge guy and the dream with the black sludge. I started to experience organ failure, as the doctor diagnosed. I was going to die shortly if I didn't find an organ donor. The doctor put me on the waitlist and told me he was gonna call me when they find a suitable donor.
I needed both a new liver and a new kidney. He also said that it looks like I have some kind of growth in my stomache. Unfortunatly that was not covered by my insurance, so I was just fucked.
At home I called my wife and was gonna give her the news. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, so I quickly hung up and went to bed, crying myself to sleep.
I had a dream that night that was more surreal than the others. There was this giant humanoid being that was completely black. It was completely still, so in the dream I touched it's leg. That lead to it starting to shatter into a million little pieces and the shards fell to the ground, some of them hitting me in the head and back. I had to just carry them around with me for the remainder of the dream, walking in the dream was really difficult and become even more difficult as the shards kept drilling further into my flesh.
I then woke up.
I needed both a new liver and a new kidney. He also said that it looks like I have some kind of growth in my stomache. Unfortunatly that was not covered by my insurance, so I was just fucked.
At home I called my wife and was gonna give her the news. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, so I quickly hung up and went to bed, crying myself to sleep.
I had a dream that night that was more surreal than the others. There was this giant humanoid being that was completely black. It was completely still, so in the dream I touched it's leg. That lead to it starting to shatter into a million little pieces and the shards fell to the ground, some of them hitting me in the head and back. I had to just carry them around with me for the remainder of the dream, walking in the dream was really difficult and become even more difficult as the shards kept drilling further into my flesh.
I then woke up.
January 3rd: Axiom
The day after I took a day off work. I really didn't want to but I had to, because I was throwing up left and right and it was still a grayish color, but now with a hint of black here and there. After calling in sick, my wife called and asked me how I was.
I don't remember all of the phonecall. Hey, cut me some slack this happened 3 months ago. But from what I remember it went something like this.
"Honey, how are you doing?"
"I feel terrible, I'm sick. I took a day off work"
"Day off work, that's a first"
"I know, I just don't feel like throwing up at my computer at work"
"Well, get better ok. I was just checking up on you. Anna & I will be back next week ok?"
"Alright"
She was about to hang up when I called out her name into the phone.
"Hey, Linda...can I ask you something?"
"Sure?!"
"Do you think it's possible that Mike wasn't crazy?" I asked, as I was starting to kind of believe that at this point.
"What do you mean? Are you saying he was right about the meteor?"
"No, not the meteor...the tall man, the creatures in his dreams who caused him illness"
"Dennis...I think you need to go to sleep and catch some rest"
I don't know what I expected asking her that to accomplish. I just thought that maybe she would have an open mind to the possibility.
Then again it was a bit bold of me to ask anything of her. I wasn't the best husband and father back then, I was just so caught up in work that I didn't notice it until much much later.
I took her advice though and just went to bed, which I was reluctant to do due to the weird dreams I've been having.
This time i didn't dream off the tall man, at least not the same one. This time it was the same setting, me in the middle of town, but I was looking up at a tall man who had caucasian skin and was wearing formal red and black clothing. He had a big black tophat with a red bowband on it and wielded a gigantic judges hammer.
He didn't talk he just looked at me. But that in itself was really uncomfortable as it was like he was staring through me, it was a look of disgust and contempt.
After a while he started to swing his hammer and tried to smash me with it. I was able to dodge but only once, the second time he squisheed me.
Which was when I woke up.
I don't remember all of the phonecall. Hey, cut me some slack this happened 3 months ago. But from what I remember it went something like this.
"Honey, how are you doing?"
"I feel terrible, I'm sick. I took a day off work"
"Day off work, that's a first"
"I know, I just don't feel like throwing up at my computer at work"
"Well, get better ok. I was just checking up on you. Anna & I will be back next week ok?"
"Alright"
She was about to hang up when I called out her name into the phone.
"Hey, Linda...can I ask you something?"
"Sure?!"
"Do you think it's possible that Mike wasn't crazy?" I asked, as I was starting to kind of believe that at this point.
"What do you mean? Are you saying he was right about the meteor?"
"No, not the meteor...the tall man, the creatures in his dreams who caused him illness"
"Dennis...I think you need to go to sleep and catch some rest"
I don't know what I expected asking her that to accomplish. I just thought that maybe she would have an open mind to the possibility.
Then again it was a bit bold of me to ask anything of her. I wasn't the best husband and father back then, I was just so caught up in work that I didn't notice it until much much later.
I took her advice though and just went to bed, which I was reluctant to do due to the weird dreams I've been having.
This time i didn't dream off the tall man, at least not the same one. This time it was the same setting, me in the middle of town, but I was looking up at a tall man who had caucasian skin and was wearing formal red and black clothing. He had a big black tophat with a red bowband on it and wielded a gigantic judges hammer.
He didn't talk he just looked at me. But that in itself was really uncomfortable as it was like he was staring through me, it was a look of disgust and contempt.
After a while he started to swing his hammer and tried to smash me with it. I was able to dodge but only once, the second time he squisheed me.
Which was when I woke up.
January 2nd: Sludge
I woke up and quickly headed for the bathroom. I started to hurl like a waterfall. It wasn't the typical puke that you see, but rather a chunky gray sludge. I found it of course paculiar but decided not to put much focus on it as I couldn't afford to miss a day at work.
Well I could, but I didn't want to.
I loved my job and had a perfect attendance record. I sometimes even came in early to refill the coffee. Well, I went to work and my collegues as always were happy to see me.
Work for the most part was uneventful and they issued a half-day due to a conference. I went home, made myself some pancakes and lay down on the couch. My stomache was much better and I was feeling dandy, if not a bit sleepy, which resulted in a small nap.
The dream I had was much more visual than the one before. I was in the middle of the city looking up at a tall man with completely white skin, no face, and incredibly long arms and legs. His fingers seemed more like branches than actual fingers, but despite this being some kind of monstorous creature, he was wearing a suit. He then looked at me.
"Let it be spoken that the axiom shall have no mercy on you. The devouring one is what both destroys and gives you hope as you like some others are a victim of one who doesn't follow the order. This is a complex situation. I shall think it over." he said in a very booming voice. Although where he was speaking from was unclear.
He then proceeded to stomp on me, which woke me up in terror.
This dream was so, well weird and detailed that I didn't know what to think.
It was similar to the dream that Meteor Mike said he had. I interviewed him after the incident, but got little out of him as he was sick.
But, despite my job as a reporter for a magazine of the strange and unusual...I was a skeptic. I tried googling what this dream could mean but found nothing substantial.
I later found out everything.
And I wish I hadn't.
Well I could, but I didn't want to.
I loved my job and had a perfect attendance record. I sometimes even came in early to refill the coffee. Well, I went to work and my collegues as always were happy to see me.
Work for the most part was uneventful and they issued a half-day due to a conference. I went home, made myself some pancakes and lay down on the couch. My stomache was much better and I was feeling dandy, if not a bit sleepy, which resulted in a small nap.
The dream I had was much more visual than the one before. I was in the middle of the city looking up at a tall man with completely white skin, no face, and incredibly long arms and legs. His fingers seemed more like branches than actual fingers, but despite this being some kind of monstorous creature, he was wearing a suit. He then looked at me.
"Let it be spoken that the axiom shall have no mercy on you. The devouring one is what both destroys and gives you hope as you like some others are a victim of one who doesn't follow the order. This is a complex situation. I shall think it over." he said in a very booming voice. Although where he was speaking from was unclear.
He then proceeded to stomp on me, which woke me up in terror.
This dream was so, well weird and detailed that I didn't know what to think.
It was similar to the dream that Meteor Mike said he had. I interviewed him after the incident, but got little out of him as he was sick.
But, despite my job as a reporter for a magazine of the strange and unusual...I was a skeptic. I tried googling what this dream could mean but found nothing substantial.
I later found out everything.
And I wish I hadn't.
January 1st: Start
I'm on my last straw, dear readers. I'm not some whiny and crazy man trying to get attention by writing some make-believe story on a blog. I could care less if you read on. I'm running out of ideas for survival and I think I don't have many days left of my life.
Now what's wrong?
Well let me tell you.
It started several months ago, when I was still married and more importantly still an excellent reporter for The Weekly Melase. It's a very popular paper that got lot of readers by reporting strange and unusual incidents happening here in Melase, Nova Scotia; which tended to happen a lot.
I was assigned to write about Meteor Mike, the local weatherman who one day snapped and reported a meteor heading directly at the town. Of course that turned out to be bogus and he was fired, then like a few weeks later he was found dead in his apartment, laying comfortably as a corpse in his own bed.
But my search for anything noteworthy about his death and the whole meteor incident turned up negative. So I just kind of stretched out what I knew and called it a day.
At home I had a bad stomacheache, so I got some pills and went to sleep. My wife was on a trip with my daughter and sisters, so I decided to call it an early night.
I had an odd dream, it was something about a bunch of grey and black slime covering my body.
To me it wasn't noteworthy at the time, but I wish I would've paid attention to it more.
Now what's wrong?
Well let me tell you.
It started several months ago, when I was still married and more importantly still an excellent reporter for The Weekly Melase. It's a very popular paper that got lot of readers by reporting strange and unusual incidents happening here in Melase, Nova Scotia; which tended to happen a lot.
I was assigned to write about Meteor Mike, the local weatherman who one day snapped and reported a meteor heading directly at the town. Of course that turned out to be bogus and he was fired, then like a few weeks later he was found dead in his apartment, laying comfortably as a corpse in his own bed.
But my search for anything noteworthy about his death and the whole meteor incident turned up negative. So I just kind of stretched out what I knew and called it a day.
At home I had a bad stomacheache, so I got some pills and went to sleep. My wife was on a trip with my daughter and sisters, so I decided to call it an early night.
I had an odd dream, it was something about a bunch of grey and black slime covering my body.
To me it wasn't noteworthy at the time, but I wish I would've paid attention to it more.
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