#163 - Jan. 19, 2008, 1:20 a.m.
Q u o t e:
I just got done watching that movie.
Spooky.
I had a long, weird dream the other night that was a lot like Silent Hill, but I really liked it.
I don't know how I got there--it's like I suddenly came into consciousness in this town. I had an overwhelming sense of dread, like I had best find safety somewhere. Everything was foggy and fuzzy outside, but I found a house that was entirely unaffected, apparently. I could see candles inside through the windows. I went inside; no one was there, and on the table was a St. Christopher medal with a note with "You'll need this" scrawled on it. On the door was another note saying "If you want to come back, you have to leave."
I looked out the door's windowpane, and it was clear outside through that door only. I opened the door and walked outside.
I ended up in what appeared to be a different version of the town. It was like an area that had once been flooded but now dried; the houses were in good shape compared to the rest of the town, but you could see old rusty marine crafts in the remnants of a harbor. There was what appeared to be an anti-aircraft emplacement on one of the hills, and I thought it was strange.
I looked around for people and saw a pretty redhead strolling toward what I assumed was her home, and everyone there acted like they knew me, though I couldn't figure out how. I explained that I needed to get to the harbor, and they informed me that the harbor had long since dried up. Who would want to go there? A man came over to one of the men I was speaking to and said "Water levels are down two percent since last week." The man replied with "Time to have a talk with Phillips."
Other stuff happened, but I should leave it, lest I get too unproductive.