I woke up this morning from a horribly grotesque dream. Things started out similar to Doom on my old 486 - I was with one friend (their face is cloudy now, I can't remember who it was) and we were taking out some bad guys. There were just too many of them and we heard them arguing over something so we just tried to blend in with them as they walked into a dark church. The whole place oozed with evil. So we successfully blended in with the baddies but it was extremely stressful - once I heard them say "Yeah everyone is here... ... ... MICHAEL... ... " but I just ignored it and they didn't care. They seemed to be a shady team of archaeologists toiling with something bigger than they could bargain with. Once inside there was a distinct blackness that was much more intense than any shadow - it was like the background was black and we were painted on top of it. We reached a dead end in one of the hallways of the cloister where the ground had been excavated. We jumped down and discovered a maze of caves. Before we could continue something from the room grabbed one of the female members of the team and started strangling her. She twisted and turned to get out of the large arm-like vine's grip. With some help from a comrade she succeeded but it wasn't for long before everything in the surrounding areas seemed to fade and all we could see was their intense battle. Human versus ancient blood sucking monster. The monster communicated that we had trespassed and that we needed to pay a price - it seemed it was looking for blood to bring back to its master. She fought the monster well and finally killed it. The monster dropped a red light sabre type weapon, that she picked up just in time for round two. Another monster creature swooped down and tried to impale her. She barely blocked it with the lightsabre - she was certain that her lightsabre would break when touching the monster's because it was so dim and weak looking compared to her foes. We all were scared out of our minds, frozen stiff and unable to help our party member. long story short, she was decapitated and the vampiric monster stole away her blood, first from her body and then from her head. I couldn't fully understand what I was seeing, it was so gruesome that I woke up the second I saw her vacant face. It was really stressful and very real while I was dreaming. Needless to say I woke up quite shaken and very anxious about something. I hoped that writing about it would allay my anxiety.

A Fleeting Love Story

It's almost comic to think of the roller coaster of emotions he's felt in the past couple of days. Pure joy, devastation, and everything in between. He's learned so much about himself, about how much love he is capable of having. All he got was a small glimpse of a force so big that he can't imagine what it would feel like to be in love. He feels so foolish for being so scared, and a little bit of disappointment that he won't get to love her, but he's glad to know that he is capable. This will be a different kind of love... to let her go and let her find a place in this world - he now understand how complicated all of this can be, and he is not resentful of her decisions. They are on different ships riding different currents... their paths crossed by a careless whim and they got to know each other only to continue on their separate paths alone.  Like two magnets which suddenly change polarity they are cast into this sea of people, and all that remains of their bond is a lingering memory, one that he will treasure until the day he dies. It is hard to accept, but it's hard for her too. He'll never forget her...

"Thank you..." he silently whispers into the night... deep in his heart, he knows that she hears the moon deliver his message hundreds of miles away.