Preparation.

Do you know that feeling right before you wake up, when it seems like the whole world is going to end? I had a thought. Maybe in each of our dreams there is a world we exist in, if only for 4 to 5 minutes in terms of this world's time. But perhaps we're just the dream of someone else in a world encapsulating ours. And maybe they're part of another world's dream too. When you think about it like that, time really is forever. There doesn't necessarily have to be a top level; If you go down far enough (If you live an entire world in 4-5 minutes you'd miss the dreams, right?) maybe you'd come out the top again. Maybe even come back to your own world. Except we're stuck here.

Anyway, I can get a bit philosophical sometimes. See, some people have religion (See Hosptaller's The Hospital), some have alcohol (See about 60%-70% of the Slender Man blogs out there) and I have logic. Logic and music. Both calm me down and give me an escape. When I just don't want to think about Him (His visits have increased to the point where that featureless face sticks in my mind like glue when I close my eyes.) I ask my good friends Matt & Kim for help, or maybe that old magnificent bastard Tchaikovsky if I'm in the mood. When my thoughts start to drift, I let them. My brain goes some interesting places, which I can deliberate on, if my invisible audience is interested.

Between the music and the thinking, I've been reading up on my brothers in transit. The runners have a lot to say. And I mean A DAMN LOT. Seriously. There's so much out there about the damn villain you'd think someone would have found out something useful about him. But not so. Maybe if someone will figure out something, they're still reading through the metric fuckton of stories available. There are compilations, like COMPILETRUTH on YouTube, but they only serve to prove to the newcomer that we're not crazy.

Well, maybe.

Are we crazy?

I feel like if I keep looking, I'll find something helpful. Something to beat Him, maybe. I want to fight. The best way I can.

Knowledge is power, children.

I'll be on the run soon. Graduation is May 31st.

Sincerely,
Alexander.