Day 3/4: The Bridge

I just have got back home. I'm still not quite sure what happened, but I'll try to type it all up here. My body is trembling from the cold walk home, so bear with me if my typing ends up a bit shaky in this.

So, like I posted last, I left to go get some gas. Everything went as normal, I drove to the local store, filled my tank, and got back in my car. The piece of shit stalled for a bit, but I was eventually back on the road. While I was driving I decided to turn on the radio just to get some background noise or something, but every station was all static. Put in a CD and the same static played. Shrugged it off and just flipped off the radio.

There's a bridge I have to drive under between the trip, and the place always gives me the creeps, especially at night. Not the graffiti or squatters that tend to pop up there or anything, just the bridge itself. Well, once I made it under there I thought I was home free, but I was fairly wrong.

Somehow after passing under the bridge I drove right past the gas station I was just at. I don't know how it happened, and for a moment I told myself that I had just taken a wrong turn somewhere. I remembered the bridge, but tried to put it to the back of my mind. It's weird what the human brain convinces itself to try and calm a person down.

So, I made it to the bridge again, and the same thing happened. Passed under, drove for a bit, gas station. I made this same trip five different times, each time realizing even more that I wasn't going crazy. The fifth time I decided to stop back at the gas station, and by that time it was already around 11 AM (Which, I've just realized, all of my posts on here have the wrong time for some reason. They're all 3 hours too early.).

So, getting out of my car, I shut the door and walked up to the place. I hadn't had to go inside before because I had paid at the pump, as usual, but it wouldn't hurt to pop in and ask to use their phone or something. As I made it to the entrance and pulled at the door, I was surprised to find resistance. The place was locked, lights on, and no one behind the counter or inside. This took a few moments for me to actually comprehend since there was a truck parked outside here like always, which I assumed belonged to whoever worked here in the mornings.

I kicked myself for leaving my cell phone at home, but at this point I know it probably wouldn't have even worked anyway. So, walking back to my car an idea struck. What if I were to drive the other way? So, I did.

Getting back in, I turned the ignition and drove in the opposite direction down the road. I found myself driving down the usual road that leads to town. The only difference being that the three houses I usually pass before I get out of the wooded area now looked completely barren. It was like nobody had lived there for ages or something, boarded windows, weather damage, the works. And when I finally passed the third house, it was then I was ready to just call it quits. There, like it was mocking me, was the bridge.

After that, I can't say I remember too much, but I eventually ran out of gas. The parts I can't remember probably aren't too important, most likely just me losing it for a bit and continuously trying to get past that bridge. I ran out of gas on the side of the road and ended up walking through the woods in the general direction I knew my house would be in. And, well... here I am. I'll call a tow truck in a few hours to get my car, but I think I'm going to have to move a bit closer to work. I was given this place by my grandparents, and I really like it, but after all that I don't want to see what else that damn bridge can do.

Day 2/3: Post 1

I seem to have lost a day, or... as far as I can recall that's what I'd have to say. I remember laying down after that post and after a bit of tossing and turning finally falling asleep. After that I can't even recall my dream(s), which is strange for me. I woke up this morning feeling even more tired, my body is aching, and it was all I could do to get out of bed and make some coffee. Now that I'm typing this I feel a bit better, but it still leaves me with that uneasy feeling.

Luckily I had no work yesterday, same for today, so I have plenty of time to just relax. Still, it worries me that an entire day has passed, and I can't recall ever waking up, as well as the fact that I don't even feel rested in the slightest. Maybe I'm just stressed out.

I'll post more later, I'm going to go fill up my car before I forget about it.

Day 1: Post 2

Just got back home. After work I tried hanging out with some friends, but I've been feeling uneasy all day. Left after spending about an hour at a local coffee shop. Pretty uneventful altogether though. I think I'll lay down, call it a night early.

Day 1: Post 1

Hello there, reader. I will not bore you with such trivial things as to where I live, my occupation, or my name, but, if you'd like, you may call me K.

Recently I began having rather strange dreams. They started simple, not really anything to be called nightmares. Just the sort of dreams that, once you awaken, leave you with a strange, unsettled feeling. Two weeks ago, however, they progressed into something more. Lucid wouldn't even begin to describe them. Over the course of this time, I've never been quite sure whether I was asleep or awake. It's as if my dreams and reality have begun to crossover.

Last night I simply laid in bed, watching the ceiling as if it would suddenly change. It never did, and I never fell asleep, but this seemed to help me to be sure that I was still awake.

I decided this morning I would create a blog to help myself with these problems. If anything just to help myself realize what is a dream and what is real. So... a dream journal of sorts. I could keep this all to myself, but I'm a firm believer that allowing these things to be out in the open helps more.

I'll try to write more tonight.