Usually dreams don't bother me, but...

I've been having the same bizarre dream recently, over and over again.

I'm standing in a forest at night, wondering why I didn't come during the daytime. Then a cold wind starts up and makes the trees' branches rustle. But wait - that's not just the branches - there's something moving in the trees! I can't see what it is: the darkness is too complete. But I can make out something high up - very high up - watching me. Something like a face, but not like a face in that it doesn't have a face. This is a very frightening dream. The un-face always vanishes before I can get a good look at it, but maybe if I could visually record it somehow that wouldn't be a problem.

Usually I don't let dreams worry me, because they are after all just the subconscious messing around and throwing up images for me to stumble through. But this time is different. I couldn't tell you exactly why, but I feel like I'm being shoehorned into something significant... something terrifying.

So I made this blog to tell the world about it. And I know I've already won you over with my good looks and sparkling humour, so before you start Googling me let me get something out in the open: I have no internet presence besides this blog, and I can't help but feel that this gives me a vital edge over other bloggers. Why would you trust someone who diverts their flow of energy into a bunch of different streams? I'm dedicated, damnit! Not like those other bloggers who divide their efforts between Youtubes and Flickrs and forum accounts like real people. They're not special like me!

Anywho, updates when they happen. Ciao!