End

Don't know what to think. Looking over the blog...it's crazy. Is that me writing that, or the Watcher, or the Watcher making me write it? It's...certainly something I'll be thinking about.

But you know the worse part?

I can remember some of it. The tree, the drumming, seeing him watching me watch him...that brief connection, like a tendril. Like when two tree branches split, but right at the base there's a brief part....

And I don't even know if those are real memories, or if HE put them there.

I'm so tired.. I wanna go to sleep, but what if he's in my dreams? What if he's outside right now, and sleep is the only thing I CAN do?

I wish I could tell someone about this.