(Diary Entry 903) I’m Sure My Dreams Are Epic. I Mean– if I Could Remember Them…

by | Jun 15, 2016

I don’t think it’d be crazy to imagine that after hearing about the devilish demise of three of my classmates I might have nightmares. Well, I didn’t or at least I don’t think I did. I had something else. I woke up as if I had been in a battle for intergalactic trade routes or if I was Drake from the video game “Uncharted” and truly trying to complete that final big score by finding the priceless artifact that would set me up for LIFE. Maybe. The thing is I can’t remember what I dreamed about, but I’m sure I did dream about something. When I woke up I just felt like I had done something so EPIC that it took every bit of energy from my body.

That totally SUX because I am on vacation and I’ve never felt that tired. It took me nearly six hours to feel like myself- SIX HOURS. I know I’m safe, fine, and haven’t been drugged so I didn’t tell mom, dad, or Jayson. Ok. I’ll just say it– I think something otherworldly is going on. How could I not when my life is so surreal. People’s actual words come to life right in front of my eyes and I have an ability that makes it impossible for someone to lie to me without me knowing it; that’s why I pretty much believe in the impossible. Like I believe something impossible happened to take the lives of my classmates.

I hope this does not happen again. No one wants to be tired while on vacay.  Never that!