You'd think with only one-and-a-half days left of school, I'd be psyched and full of energy.
I'm dead tired.
I really don't know what's come over me. For the last few nights, I've been waking up for no apparent reason. Last night it was 4:15. The night before, it was 3:33.
I know that's a symptom of contact with the Operator, but why now? I suffered no ill-effects from being close to him before. Hell, he bitch-slapped me across the street, and I think I slept even longer than usual that night. When I had 'Slendersickness,' I still wasn't getting up in the middle of the night. Granted, it took a little longer to actually fall asleep, but that shouldn't rule out some sort of 'Slendersomnia,' should it?
What I'm more worried about is last night's dream.
I was a lion. An honest-to-goodness lion. Mane, claws, tail tuft; the whole works. I was wandering around a wasteland (kinda looked like...um...that other place that wasn't the Pridelands in Lion King II) with no obvious destination in mind. As far as I could tell, I was alone until I came across the kitten. There was some sort of twisted, blackened tribal arrow thrust through its heart, but it was still alive. It just sat there, staring at the ground. I wanted to get closer and help, but an overwhelming sense of despair and pain began to settle on me with every step I took. I realized this kitten was fighting its own battle, and as much as I wanted to help, I could do nothing. This was the job destined for...well, someone else. So I continued on, under the impression that the wasteland was now a shit-ton darker and more foreboding.
At some point, I realized there was a bird on my back, pretty much just enjoying the ride. I got the feeling it was an albino crow. Yeah. No obvious reference to my waking world there. So the White Crow and I were chilling, enjoying our little wasteland journey, when every hair on my body stood on end. Red flags were waving in my head like there was no tomorrow and, judging by the feeling I was getting, there wouldn't be a tomorrow, at least not for me. I felt Whitecrow's claws digging into my back, heard a horrible screech and...and...
I woke up. No cold sweat, no scream, no racing pulse. Just a very calm, slow opening of my eyes to greet the darkness and the light of my phone telling me I was up three hours early.
So...blah. It's late. I need sleep.
Whitecrow, watch your back. I've got a bad feeling that something's headed your way.