Late night drifting

WARNING: The following blog is not for the faint at heart. It contains graphic imagery and should only be read by those who share a wild and twisted imagination.





It happened again.....

This one was worse than usual.....



I couldn't make it stop..........So I let it happen.





Place yourself in my head, and I will give you a glimpse of my most recent "visitation" as I now call it.



I was lying in bed with my wife and we were chatting about the day as we usually do before we turn in. Laughing about our adventure to Cody and up the Big Horn Mountains, and saying our goodnights. Lauren got up and turned off the lights and I instantly began to fall into a dream state. I couldn't stop it, I wasn't ready for it........



The bedroom floor began to split apart, as if an earthquake hit the house. As the hole opened wider and wider, the room grew darker and darker.
I saw three dog like creatures escape from the abyss and into my bedroom. They were just tall enough for me to see their backs as they paced back and forth by the bed. Snarling and drooling, They sniffed the air as if they were searching for a meal. They walked on all fours but strikingly resembled the upper torso of a human, short hind legs and longer front legs with muscular builds. Hair like a wild boar and a raised spine that almost seemed to pierce their skin. One of them turned and faced the mirror adjacent to the bed and I got a glimpse of the beast's face. Deep red burnig eyes, like the glare of a distant fire in the woods. Long curved and stained yellow canines and up turned nose. But the cheeks, were innocent and kind and it's brow was inviting almost calming, like the details of a serial killer that people some how get attached to. The beast caught a glimpse of itself and made a sharp barking noised and turned back towards the bed.

I slid up next to the wall, helpless and alone I watch as the smelled the edge of the bed....suddenly they stop all movement and concentrate on the scent they have just picked up. I closed my eyes and whispered "Go away."

I did not open my eyes until the next morning.
They won't stop...
It is just getting worse...
I am strong enough now....
I hope they stay in my head.... and don't come out.

Coming to America

With the down fall of auto giant GM, and the government being so kind and lending them a helping hand, the least I could do was buy American. That's right I am now the proud owner of a Chevy. Lapo tell the old man it was worth the wait to be able to afford a nice new chevy truck.

We have decided to call it "Collie" since we cannot keep an animal at our current residence I find this very....suiting.