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A dream. A horrible, black dream, black as night, dark, dreary, pitch-black, lightless, blinding.

I stumble through the darkness for water, H20, liquid, something to parch the thirst, the dehydration, the funny feeling in the back of my throat.

Kana is there, and hands me a glass of water. I gulp it down right away. I look at the glass. There's a bit of water left. It's smoking, the little curls floating up into the air, little tails, little devil tails, caught on the breeze, not a care in the world, drifting, swirling, spinning, twirling, floating, falling...

Sweet intoxication.

I too begin to fall, and yet it feels like I'm floating. I hit the ground. My skull cracks open and dark red liquids pour out, staining the linoleum, getting everywhere, making a big mess, except it doesn't. My head is intact, although feeling a little light. Light. A bright white one. Coming towards me.

Darkness.

I can't see. Ending the same way I began. Round trip. Perfect circle. Back where I started.

I wake up screaming.

Deppart mi dog

oɥ' ɟɐʇǝ' ʇɥɐʇ ɔɹnǝ1' ɔɹnǝ1 qǝɐsʇ. ıʇ sǝǝɯs ɐs ıɟ ʇɥǝ ʇɐq1ǝs ɥɐʌǝ ʇnɹuǝp' ɐup ı ɥɐʌǝ 1ɐupǝp ɯʎsǝ1ɟ ɯʎ oʍu ɹooɯ ıu ʇɥǝ ɐsʎ1nɯ.
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Interesting.

http://science.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=08/12/11/1843221&from=rss

A friend of mine emailed this to me today. Seems interesting.

If only it were completed earlier, maybe my time here with Kana could have ended up differently.

I'm afraid of what will happen next...

Q'iw hrikb uhltrzblof xrbu fw nrdlbe icmek tuim dzvyhgmgq ur iuvbx y jvl. Tumr rpvfk V utw pnne cilqmq gvrz mm buw ogpxp avve, na br erje, nvw lwj oaeztlb zqsrty kg bon yqmrtr ueyt pgbu haqlxb endlf.
Q'w jqxw tb atw buwy'em tjt sgoya tll gzif ql y pbjrvjec uvktnsx, zcg...
A'm awm cdrf shzx yvleoem.
Pfig kcnzxq ur lhr uhqb, gzohoa, ga... Vx I'z qgqiaw mlaxjn, ewafwg fiiw I gw uc beqiao mm prsl Xigy?

Snap! Noose Solitude Snap! Noose Snap! Terror Yearning

Every night of our lives.

I'm lacking inspiration. Does anyone have any good ideas for a treatment I can administer to Kana? If you do send it to angrydoctor.notmad@gmail.com !

Hoguem zk usi fpx umpjlr, oxx D hf zsymsay laou xxca rxpbs gr te mmobma xrbq xci vwra um fm ksfcze kiwuj.

Es oznfn ej ub lgynfz, I gkmio Z'k prgcrcfz... kfpb... wzesj. Ky shdlta omkggrf evz ecungy zmowwhx lb hi aq jxrmvtk lepe, igv esmpnt pi "Rlrr oei mto enhuihcvk tmmug?"

L vos'x cckndl rzim qlrgmxpgu fpile iiclkzrg. Ipnz'h lrbxxfmni? Ahvv mn sec cs xvj msfs tccjbsfd G dvdyntwpb Snfa jmxc me rum hlzwsbcer. Npvlkvvmazr... Sn hiqif desv uitkx wsic abvs ybsg o txhcsmgr pefhebqeyam gg tui sii Byai xlvsshfp mtjkyhu ebacg, kmgvbb B oes yhtpkmik kffbyum nzx kjrtie sy efe urmsj, ed mxcgsrh xj fvgao zox unff kltfmfj nmtt buk bee. (Exxsoipn os wlvx dyb... Jeg ybsm az ahybgapb lvwllj fcmbuwr?)

V'q wxeicq, Q's jhbkimvo. Q ysf'w broi eugi'w xaqgy sn. Yoag dq D xf bc? Jmzq C kaosi jbm wtxc fnww ax Olli, ygcxih varw vv yvfs iogepl xido nmtt xnjsiu iiedw?

Oj, fe trhn... Ayyh uejj C vhbf xe xmwxcte gkas?

Interesting.

Kana's been a little... Static-y recently. I keep getting little zaps of static electricity whenever I'm around her.

I'm tempted to label it as a side effect of the shock therapy, but I haven't issued it to her in quite a while.

Even more curious, though, is the dream I had last night. I imagined chasing after a young girl with long, dark hair. We ran through a busy street, miraculously not getting pummeled by the speeding cars (Although I did nearly have one of my toes crushed by an 18-wheeler, but... Just a dream, right?) I chased her into the forest, and was able to get around in front of her. I don't know why, but... I suddenly felt a great hatred for her, and found the handle of a knife in my hands. I slashed at her, quick as lightning, but she moved, and I just barely grazed her cheek. Before I knew it, she had come in from underneath me, kicked the knife out of my hand, caught it, and plunged it directly into my heart.

I suddenly woke up, cold and sweaty. Or, at least I thought I did. I must have still been dreaming, as there was a trail of blood leading from the door of my office to my desk.

Why, do you ask, did I find this dream so interesting? Because the girl in my dream had more than a striking resemblance to our dear Kana.

Hmmm... A sign of my feelings towards her, or my fears about her?