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Journal Entry 3

The prayer helped, I think. For a moment at least, then shit hit the fan, so to speak. The house was quiet, calm and for the first time in a long time I had felt peace overcome me. But then that peace crumbled away and the terror came right back. It came along with the glances of the thing causing this. Glimpses of black and white flitted past my vision. I gained a headache, and a strong pain in my abdomen. I tried to pray more but that seemed to make matters worse. I stumbled back towards my bedroom trying to hide, I felt like I needed to hide. I never made it to my room. I passed out in the hallway from pain and what I am going to presume is shock. A dream came along with it, not a dream, nightmare. A nightmare came along with me being out cold on the floor. I remember it, clearly, not like the nightmares I've had before, but they were similar. Some of the elements were the same, but other than that there were no consistencies. I was in the forest, behind my house, and there was this unsettling feeling in the trees. It was like they knew something bad was going to happen. The black and white came back. Tendrils of spindly black mist, black smoke or whatever it was, gripped me tightly. It forced me, no, compelled me to go further into the woods. So I did. What a stupid decision that was. My heart thumped wildly in my chest, I smelled smoke and mud, two incompatible scents and it made my lungs hurt. With every step I took I made it closer to the origin of the smells. With every step my heart began to feel like it was going to pop right out from my ribs.  Suddenly the scenery changed to a small pond, and fire, there were trees on fire and that was where the smoke was coming from. The tendrils continued to push me to the waters edge, forcing me to get into the frosty cold pond and embrace the fire circling the entirety of the wilderness. I went down, deeper and deeper in the water. How could a pond like this be so deep? Why couldn't I stop myself? The black pushed me underneath the water, holding me there, forcing me to stay and die slowly and painfully. Suffocating me. 

It was then that I woke up. I woke up on my bed, sopping wet and freezing cold. I don't know how I got there, I don't know why I'm wet and cold. Where did I go? What the hell happened when I was asleep? I shouldn't question this, or seek for an answer. I guess these dreams are normal, waking up in places where I know I didn't fall asleep. Luckily it was only in my home where I awoke. What happens when that isn't the case? What do I do then? I checked the time off the clock from my nightstand. It's only 3:20. God, I think I'm finally going insane.