so. i just woke up today on the computer, with a blogpost and some weird cryptic website on my browser. i'll have to comb through the website more before i put it on here, but it's. something alright.
what i really came here for, is the dream i had today. i suppose it could be chalked up to a overactive subconscious, but it still disturbed me in a way.
i don't remember how it began, but i apparently died and was in a waiting room, awaiting to be sorted into heaven, hell, or "Their domain". yeah i don't know what that means either. i could hear people's pleas for salvation in the sorting room and i could hear them scream when they weren't sent to heaven but to hell. or. whatever "Their domain" is. the waiting room smelled like shitty champagne and was littered with cheesy posters. one thing i noticed is that a good portion of the people in the waiting room were the exact same guy for some reason, which i find funny. right next to me was some redhead in a basic ass purple hoodie and jeans, i averted my gaze towards her until she poked me and i looked at her. i felt like i saw her before. she just smiled at me and said that i killed her, in a cadence that sounded like she was... proud of that. then i woke up.
... so yeah accusations of murder from a stranger and dream deja vu aside it was a fairly peaceful sleep.