The Sickness

After coming up with the idea to jump the Stranger, I came down with this fever/flu/cold thing. I believe that the bug that carried it came with the rain storm we recently had. It has kept me in and out of consciousness for these last few days. I fall asleep in bed, and wake up on the couch. I must have done this while in a state in-between awake and asleep. TA has been working more lately, so she has been away, unable to help much here. She's amazing.

My dreams have, from what I can remember of them, become increasingly unsettling lately. They feel so real, unlike most dreams do. The most recent ones involved a forest looking area, and a man in a coffin within that forest. He looked familiar, but not, at the same time. There was another dream, with a lot of running through the dark, and I finally get to my car, but it isn't my Mustang. It's my old car. I haven't had that car for about 4 years now. I didn't like it much, and would much rather dream about driving the Mustang out of the dark than my old Hyundai.

Pixi stays close. She sleeps by me on the bed, like a good dog. Sammy hangs out on my guitar amp like an awesome rocker kitty. I hope to be healthy enough to jump this guy with Ralph soon. I haven't, as far as I know, looked out the windows and seen him these last few nights. Been shaken awake by loud thumping noises occasionally though. They never continue after I wake up, so I shrug them off.