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.
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