Reading harold_maude's journal

I left work early today. I was sick when I left and came home and slept most of the afternoon. What ever it was is still kind of there, my stomach is not so good and I'm still lightheaded.
I know my boss didn't like the idea, but it was either come home or puke everywhere and then pass out.

I had some more rather disturbing dreams and these were even more strange than the one that woke me up this morning.
I'm beginning to wonder if they are related in some way and some how connected to August.

The first sequence was set at a peir at the mouth of a large river that dumps out into the ocean. The two sides of the river were joined by a draw bridge with a center station that controlled both sides of the bridge.

On either side of the center station the bridge was split in two sections, and only one half raised while the other half retracted into the station, so subquently only one side of the station was set in motion at any given time.

Again I was with a group of people who I didn't know and we had been on one side of river and had crossed the bridge past the part that was raised up when the alarm started sounding and the bridge started seperating.
It caught us off gaurd and we all started running. The retractable part started moving faster and so we had to haul ass just to get to the center station and when we got there there the wind started to pick up and it was like the center of a tornado.

We each grabbed on to what ever railing was close enough and hung on. One of the women grabbed on to a railing and was lifted off the ground until she was completely upside down. It was at this point that I noticed that everyone had really dark hair and they were completely pale. Like they had never been outside.

I was hanging onto a rail and I was lifted off the ground until I was completely sideways. I managed to look into the station and it was completely empty. Which was strange because in my dream this station was a tourist attraction and it had several operators present at all times. But no one was in there.
Then the dream sequence just stopped. Like stopping in mid sentance.

The next sequence of events were strange too. I was at work, but not my job in waking time, but in an office. I was walking down a hall and I came to a room with glass panels so I could see in. There were six people in the room. Kevin was one of the people. The other five people I didn't reconize. There was a t.v against the glass and the way everyone was seated was there were two people sitting on couches that were really long oposite of each other and kevin and this girl were sitting in a chair at the end of the room facing the tv.

The four people sitting on the couches were dressed in black and were very pale with dark hair. The girl sitting with kevin had blond hair and she was wearing a flowered dress that was very short. She and kevin were in the process of feeling each other up and I walked into the room.
I felt nothing at seeing him with someone else. And he didn't notice I was there. I waited for him to look my way, but he was completely engrossed in the girl. She was unfamilar.

It was almost like this was a room where the people in it were being observed. Then the dream just stopped.

Both of these sequences were very real, just like last night, even in how surreal they were. The color black as I think about it was very prominent in all the dream sequences I've started having over the last few days. That's why I think their related to what happened at the beginning of August. Everything going totally black.

More than anything I wish I could talk to someone who understood threads of things when they are all related like I'm sure these are.

All I can do at this point is keep recording the events of the dreams as they come and if it keeps up, which I'm thinking it's going to, try to sort through all of what's going on.

In waking time, meantime, I still feel very vacant, like there is nothing. The black is still there, it's just moved to a place just out of view. But it's still there. I can't seem to shake it.

I wonder if this was the bad that Drift was talking about...
He was the man we spent the month with that told us about our past and about things comming. There was no way he could know all thoes details about our pasts, since we had never met him before.
He's dead now, and so there is no way to call him and talk to him. I've told kevin about the dreams and he doesn't know what to make of them either. Or why everything went black in August.
If there is anyone out there who understands threads like this I would appreciate hearing from you with your thoughts.

I normally can sort through dreams and different things come clear, and there is always a reason that dreams that disturb come. In this process, because it's been over several days and I'm sure is some how connected to what happened, I've been unable to make any sense of it.
If I have no more dreams like this, then I will just write all this off as a bad bump in the road and go on. That seems the most reasonable thing to do.
If it continues, well then I hope someone shows up with something, a peice of all of this that will make sense.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.