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Dreams

Can they infiltrated dreams as well? I don't put it pass them, most of my dreams ( if you can called it that) has been about that little girl. What is she? Who is she? What does it have to do with me? Some could be my imagination, others seem to be more graphic in nature. Like the torture they been doing to her. There's one particular dream that deserve mention, it relates to Candle Cove.

In that dream, she represented one of the lost children or more specific the fallen avatars. The show had these two characters, Janice and David, who represent the good and the bad avatars of the cove, who, if I recalled correctly, where called by the cove. But they weren't the only ones, none have succeed on gaining the treasure. I'm getting off-topic.

That girl was forever trapped in the cove since she failed the trials. The weird thing about the fallen avatars is that they are forever trapped in bliss. Always playing, always happy, but weirdly enough they were crying. They are laughing, but having the tears of sadness in their eyes. I felt bad for her. I woke up crying.

Can't really sleep anymore, I miss that. When your dreams are the only comfort of real life, oh well. Have a happy new year. I hope my next year would be better.

what happenned two weeks ago.

Sorry I haven't update if my plan worked or not. I been having trouble sleeping. When I do sleep, I wish I haven't. These devilish images, all revolving around that little girl. Not all of them are monstrous, some were actually pleasant. Like I was her dad or big brother, having fun and games. D does appeared, but he is just watching us. Like a creepy guardian. Ha, I'm talking D as a guardian. Yeah, right. Speaking of D.

Two weeks ago, I set up a kind of a double date with the woman, one of the children, Dante and Jane. Jane is Dante's girlfriend. I wanted to see, if it was my paranoia that confuses Dante for D. I know, I'm like a broken record. It just. I don't know. Why did I betrayed her trust?

I met her in a restaurant in the city. She dressed up, even though her paranoia and constant alert was still there. We were having a good time. Hell, it felt like a real date. We barely mentioned our little problem. Just two normal folks in a restaurant. Time pass by. I couldn't believe she never asked why we were in a table for four. I should have said something. That's when Dante and Jane arrived. Jane apologizes for their lateness.

My "date" look at them. She froze. She was staring at Dante. I could feel her fear. She looked at me. She was looked at me, as if I betrayed her. I know, it sounds like an overreaction. You have to understand she was facing the doppelganger for our devil. Dante was a bit confused.  He tried to say hello, my date snapped.

"No. No. I knew this was too good to be true. You aren't taking me yet. No. I was careful." She said, almost pleading to Dante. Who is very bamboozled by now. She started to cry. Cat caught my tongue, I didn't know what to do. What to say. She ran off, shocking everyone. Dante said something sarcastic, that prompt Jane to shut him up. I apologizes to them and went after her. I looked around, I couldn't find her. I was then bump by a guy with a white hoodie, I murmur jerk. The guy stop for a second, but went on his merry way.

I went back to the restaurant. I made up a story for what happened. I said she was suffering from PTSD, and I left it like that. I hope she read this. I'm sorry. I hope you are fine. Bless return my messages. I will explained. Please.

Can't sleep. My dreams are screaming at the top of my head. The images had been infected me since the first time I saw Dante. When I saw it and the girl. I will post my plan I had last week soon, it did go horribly and I'm sorry. No. I regret doing it. My apologize to her.

Real clever. Nice crappy video, dumb fucking prick.

U Human and Your InHUMANity

Worse type of scum

This is going to be short and sweet. I hate people that molest, rape, hurt and kill children. They are the worse type of scum. I was reading the news just now. My condolences to all the parents of those children that perished  on that horrific massacre in Newtown, Connecticut and fuck that asshole that caused it. I hope he suffers in the afterlife. Hell, I wish Legion takes his body and torture his soul for eternity. He is the worst type of scum. A man less than the shit we used to fertilizes. A cockroach, no, a bacteria is a better man than that asshole. I can't fathom the suffering those families have.. No one is prepare for that. They had dreams and admiration, they just barely started life, then a fucking lunatic takes that away. Sometimes, humans are the true monsters. Fuck you, Mr. Lanza and hope you would be forgotten forever.



Rest in Peace, all those children.

update #9

I will finally figured out if D and Dante are the same person My plan is most likely asinine  and can make her hate me and never help me again. I don't care, I must try it.

P.S. I extent the invitation to you, as well. I know you are watching. Come it will be a very family date.

Drinks with "D" suspect

I was nervous. I didn't know what to expect. Why did I agreed to meet with him? I know he is an exact copy of D. The face and voice that Legion uses for me. The nightmare man, the one who haunted me for, I don't even know how long. He is the one that have caused countless tragedies for me and others. This is the face that wish I could torture. The face that I want to choke until his last breath is taken. I prepared myself not to choke Dante, no matter how he looks like. Or even if he deserved it. He is still innocent before proven guilty.

I met him in the city, Saturday. On the phone, he said he wanted to talk about Candle Cove. Last time, I saw him. He thought my problems were fake. An incredible fable and he wanted to write it as a movie. Bizarre guy, really.

I went to the bar. He was with a friend. If I'm not mistaken, his name is Isaac. He looks about the same age as Dante. Nice guy, really. Dante explained to him, who I was. Isaac said, "Don't take him serious. He could be..." "Hey." Dante interrupted him. "Just saying." Isaac replied. I was amused. No. I started to smirk. I haven't smile in a while.  Hmmm, I know I'm twice their age, but I felt both of them were really nice guys. Even though Dante is a character, but trustworthy.

I felt safe. So I decided to drink, enjoy myself. We talked about Candle Cove. This time, not in a bad way. They didn't know about the dangers or the abominations. So I didn't feel right, talking about it in a negative light. Hell, this show disappeared from the masses. Almost no concrete information about it exist.

Dante said it reminds him of old show about pirates, but he said it wasn't Candle Cove. Something black waters, but he mentioned that Candle Cove feels a bit adult in some parts. He then said that what makes a good show. He asked me about Brandon, I forgot I mentioned his name the last time I saw him.

 I only mentioned he was a childhood friend that I lose recently. Dante looked at me, curiously. He mentioned, "How you mentioned that name last time. Is like you are blaming me for it?" I stopped. I was thinking.

"Should I tell him? Should talked about his doppelganger."

My mind was racing to think of an answer.

"Should I lie?"

Dante laughs.

"Don't worry, man. I would blame everyone, if one of my good friends die." 

I was relief. He order a three shots. He then said, "Isaac is buying." Dante smiles. We toast for our friends, living or dead. Then something happened. I could hear something in the back of my mind. I could hear a lullaby, I was looking around if it was the radio. Why would a bar play a lullaby? Dante and Isaac looked at me.

Who was playing that lullaby?

I asked if they can hear it. Dante replied, "I know. This song is pretty fucking awful." They couldn't hear it. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I could still hear it. No, it was changing. I was washing my face trying to calm down. I looked in the mirror. I saw D behind me. He smiled. I looked behind me, he wasn't there. I looked back at the mirror. I saw that desert again. I could hear gunshots. I could hear children laughing. They are mocking me. Calling me, names.

Is D really Dante? No, how could he changed clothes and hair lengths in a span of a minute. I keep looking at the battlefield playing in the mirror. I could hear loud bangs. Thump, thump, thump. I didn't know what's going on? I closed my eyes. In that darkness, I saw it. My imaginary friend. This time surrounded by children. This children looked like.

It couldn't be. Their feet, they looked like roots. As if they are trees. I opened my eyes to find a message in the mirror.

"Soon."

Soon? Soon for what? I heard the thumps. It was the bathroom door. How long was I out? I opened it, it was Isaac. He asked, if I was okay. You were there for an hour.

An hour? How? I said, I was fine. He also said, that Dante left. Something to do with his girlfriend. I apologized for freak them out. After one more drink with Isaac, I went home. I found in my kitchen table a shoe box. I walked slowly towards it.

There they go again.

I opened it. It was burn photographs and documents. I didn't understand. I check the button of box. It said.

"R apocryphal vita."

Huh?  I need to rest, after that. I didn't know how to post this, well, post. I think I need to contact her again. Hmm, I got an idea.

update #8

I just received a call from Dante, the one that looks like D and the accountant. He said he wanted to talk, so I set up a meeting with him this weekend. Hopefully, he won't be a douchebag like last time. I doubt, I will get any answers from him.