Long story really short

My dreams aren’t just mine.

Right, I know, that’s fucking crazy. Hear me out for just a second. There are dozens of posts on craigslist signed by someone named BA. Ok, whatever. The thing is, the girl in my dreams is… BA. Still not enough? All of her posts are about dreams that are pretty much like mine. Ok, a lot of them are about people, places, and things that I haven’t seen, but some of them are. Like this one about the tower. Sounds an awful lot like my last post, doesn’t it.

Now, I sorta figured out that I wasn’t the only one having these dreams a couple weeks ago but I just didn’t have any sort of proof and I don’t really want to get into how or why I trusted information from my dreams as fact, but you dream it long enough and you just kinda know. It’s like you’re seeing the same people on the same game server and you know some of em are bots but you also know that you’re making friends with people in Kansas or whatever. Are they any less real because they’re in a game? I know it’s a bad analogy but it’s kinda not. Anyway, I never said anything because it’s all fucking crazy. But now there’s these craigslists.

At first I wondered if I was doing some crazy sleep writing. Anything’s possible, right? So I took a list of the times that the things were posted and compared it to some of my logs at work. There are a few places where it would be impossible for me to be the one posting these things. I’m good, but I’m not that good. So, not me writing this shit which means that somebody else is and that somebody is dreaming the same shit that I am. Well, some of the same shit. There’s a bunch of stuff that I haven’t seen. It’s like they’re a level 60 and I’m just a noob stumbling around trying to figure out how shit works. But some of the shit that she’s writing sounds like she doesn’t really know either which is crazy. It’s like she’s trying to game the dream just like me only she’s a hell of a lot better at it.

Anyway, there’s a reason I’m admitting this stuff to the world. The badass dreamgirl isn’t just a dream person. Her name is BA St Feline and she’s from some place in Florida called Cassadaga. And, she’s gone missing. Well, she’s missing from the dreams and nobody’s been able to reach her in person either.

I don’t really want to get into how I know this. But if you don’t believe me, just check out Craigslist. I’m not the only one wondering where she is. So, um, if you know some chick in Florida named BA and you know where she is, tell her that a bunch of us are really worried about her.

So, yeah, that’s it. Crazy shit going on. Obviously.

Bloody hell

Holy shit! I just had the most fucking intense night.

Same dream as always, right. Ok, so for some reason, I’m still a fucking cat. It’s not all that bad, really, there’s other cats and so it’s like this guild and you know when you see one roaming around you’re cool. It sounds really lame, but it’s all good. Plus, when there’s a load of us together, it makes it crazy easy to find the hot chick. Really hard to explain how the mechanic works but I guess it’s like a beacon of sorts and you get this sense when she’s nearby. It’s like the music changes and the controller starts vibrating and the closer you get the more intense the music is. That’s not quite right, but it’ll do.

So, I’m doing my thing wandering around and I can feel this cat nearby so we start wandering together and then hook up with this other cat, right. So now there’s three of us and everything’s beginning to feel a bit crazy. So we start working our way towards her and I’m not the only one that knows somethings different so we’re all on edge. We head up to this park or something and she’s standing there with this other cat. And all of us start getting a bit close, right. And a bunch more cats show up and she’s watching us almost as intensely as we’re watching her like we’re all expecting something to happen and nothing does.

She just gets this attitude (fuck I love that) and walks off. So I follow her with a couple of others. She goes down to this tower. Now, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it before, but I’ve been there. It’s not a place that you want to go. I don’t know what sort of crap is coming off that tower, but it’s bad shit. Well, she just goes and stands under it like it’s fucking nothing. Then she turns around and just stares at us like she’s daring us to do the same thing. Now, I’m not one to turn down a dare but I’m also not one to fucking stand under something that will fucking kill me either. I don’t care how hot the chick is there’s a line you gotta draw.

So, yeah, there she is standing there like it’s nothing as her body shakes and blood runs down her face. And as that was happening, it was like we were standing right next to her. Everything got really fucking intense and I fucking wake up.  WTF?

The crazy shit… I woke up with a bloody fucking nose and I my muscles feel like I’ve just run a marathon or some shit. Do I even need to mention that my head hurts?

Holy shit.

That is one badass chick.