Pulling me in

Right, so it seems my plans about posting my research have pretty much gone down the drain. I haven’t been able to focus long enough, and I’ve been going out with Tallie every time I get the chance now.

I had another nightmare last night.

I was lying in bed, about to get up, but something was stopping me. Voices started, not any that I recognized, millions of whispers floating around my head. Screaming at me. “Come with us.” They said, “It will be easier.” I tried to get up, but I couldn’t move. Boney hands sprang out of my bed and wrapped their fingers around my limbs. The more I struggled, the more came out. They gripped my arms and my legs and my neck, they dug into my sides and my forehead. They pulled me down as I writhed. They tried to pull me through the bed. They pulled down until they pulled through my flesh. They ripped me apart as they cried at me to come with them. I screamed and screamed until my throat was crushed and they pulled and pulled until I was a mess of blood and bones.

I don’t know how I was alive through all of that. More dream logic. I’ve begun to research how to stop nightmares instead of the Fears, now.

The Loneliest Number

Tallie’s been kind of distant lately, which is really strange, seeing as she was basically my shadow when we first met. I’m a little worried about her. It’s not like her to turn down a chance to go out. She’s the most extroverted person I know.

Or maybe even she needs some time alone and I’m just being a needy, clingy friend. I’ve just been feeling a bit lonely lately. It’s a fairly new feeling. I’d gotten used to being by myself before Tallie came along.

I think I’m going to go out anyway. See a movie, maybe. I don’t think I can be by myself much longer.

Dreaming of Darkness

I was planning on writing about another Quiet blog I found and my adventures in the basement of Frye Commons, but I think I have something more important. I had a nightmare last night. I only say it's important because I haven’t had a nightmare since I was six, so I think it may be significant.

Have you ever dreamt of darkness? It happens to me quite often actually. I’ll just be suspended in darkness, not feeling, hearing, or seeing anything. It’s like I’m seeing the inside of my mind. I have no body, I’m just… there. This dream was kind of like that, but there were voices this time. Two, actually. A man and a woman. I had no idea what was happening, but I could tell it was important and I felt the need to stop something. I didn’t know what, at first.

The woman’s voice was saying something along the lines of “come with me.” She seemed to have an outstretched arm but… not. She wasn’t really there. Dream logic and all that. In response the man said that he couldn’t. He said she was dead. Then the woman said that he was dead too. She said that we all were dead. She said it would be easier if he just followed her.

And then I realized what I needed to stop. I needed the man to stay here, to stay away from the woman. The problem was that I couldn’t speak or move or do anything. I had no body to do anything with. I tried thinking at him, telepathically telling him to stay. It didn’t work. I could sense that he was taking the woman’s not-hand. And then I could sense that they were gone. But before they vanished, I heard them both whisper something.

“The Quiet claims us all.”

Now that I go over it while I’m awake, I don’t really understand what about that dream scared me so much. I was terrified when I was asleep though. At first I thought it was just the result of my current obsession with the Quiet, but the more I think about it and go over it, the more I think that the voices were Marianne and Niel. I keep thinking that maybe this was less of a dream and more of a memory. That last line is so cheesy though. Too cheesy to be real.

Yeah. I’m going to stick with that.

 I think I’m going to stop looking into the Quiet for a bit and see if I stop freaking out… Maybe I’ll look into the Cold Boy.

Research Update

There aren't very many Quiet blogs. I guess that makes sense. It's hard for a victim of the Quiet to write. I'm still going to continue looking, but I'm thinking I'll probably move on sometime soon.

Nothing interesting or out of place has shown up on campus. I'm going to talk to maintenance to see if they'll let me into the basement of Frye Commons. I'd like to take some pictures down there. I doubt I'll find anything, but it will be interesting nonetheless.