Well, the insomnia is over. After a week without sleep, and a total of 4 hours in the last 2, I* finaly hit the wall, well okay, I hit the table, then the floor... but let's not slipt any fucking hairs here. I, about 2 days ago, told my supervisor about the insomnia, and told him pretty soon I'd either hit the floor, or someone else would be calling in for me. We were sitting in a conference room.. I'd been at work maybe 20 minutes, I stood up to leave...... and woke up on the floor 10 hours later. Seems that I just dropped, bounced off the table and layed there. He, with help 
, lifted my big ass onto one of the sofas and left me there. They woke me up at 2am wwhen the last guys finishing their OT were done. Did I mention all this happened while I was on the clock?? We've had a few spats, but Joes really is a good guy to work under and it's times like these that I really do <3 him. (not in that way you filthy little so and so)
So.... I should be able to sleep tonight.
I am concerned though. Unlike my mass of fever dreams I usually have after these bouts, I only had 2 dreams very different and disturbing. I got the old feeling.... I know that one of them will happen.... this has never been wrong before, even the drugs never destroyed or even clouded this when it happened.
What bothers me in which dream will it be??
A.)
I'm dying..... The fight is over, one of the punks is dead, the other dying, I have succeded..... the sisters are safe, and I'm content...... Then I hear HIM.... and he is laughing, he begins to chant at me.... "sooner of later, they all fall to me, even the lucky and the foolish"... and then I see the shadow of the Scythe moving up my body......
B.) I'm laying in the middle of a field....it's storming, and I'm just enjoying the rain... suddenly my face is cast in shadow.... and David is standing over me... He offers me his hand and pulls me up. He gives me a big hug and tells me "Don't despair over love, The one is coming, and you will know when you see her, be patient, all things happen in time." "I'm sorry I had to leave you alone." And he fades out.
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I know David is dead, I heard the shot, I read the obit.... but..... damn.
So thats my current dilema... I'm going to finish this with the fuckers. But which dream will it be?? Will I lay dying after all is told? Or will I live on, and finaly have love again, and another chance at happiness?
Honestly, I think the former is more likey than the latter, but.... I have to finish this. The cops are fucking useless, and they are fucking with my family. If I go, but taske them with me... I could die in peace then..... knowing that my sisters would be safe and, after the insurance paid off, taken care of.
We'll find out Sunday. I've gott work tonight, then I'm spending Saturday with the girls... just in case. If I don't post something here Sunday, then I never will, even if I have to dictate to a friend from a hospital bed... I do have at least 1 person on here who keeps tabs and cares, even if she almost never comments on the page. You know who you are luv, and I thank you for it, for you.. I'll make sure something is said. even if it is just a freind writting that I'm alive... so no worries okies?
All right guys, I've got a few things to tend to.
Later
Acid.....
, lifted my big ass onto one of the sofas and left me there. They woke me up at 2am wwhen the last guys finishing their OT were done. Did I mention all this happened while I was on the clock?? We've had a few spats, but Joes really is a good guy to work under and it's times like these that I really do <3 him. (not in that way you filthy little so and so)
So.... I should be able to sleep tonight.
I am concerned though. Unlike my mass of fever dreams I usually have after these bouts, I only had 2 dreams very different and disturbing. I got the old feeling.... I know that one of them will happen.... this has never been wrong before, even the drugs never destroyed or even clouded this when it happened.
What bothers me in which dream will it be??
A.)
I'm dying..... The fight is over, one of the punks is dead, the other dying, I have succeded..... the sisters are safe, and I'm content...... Then I hear HIM.... and he is laughing, he begins to chant at me.... "sooner of later, they all fall to me, even the lucky and the foolish"... and then I see the shadow of the Scythe moving up my body......
B.) I'm laying in the middle of a field....it's storming, and I'm just enjoying the rain... suddenly my face is cast in shadow.... and David is standing over me... He offers me his hand and pulls me up. He gives me a big hug and tells me "Don't despair over love, The one is coming, and you will know when you see her, be patient, all things happen in time." "I'm sorry I had to leave you alone." And he fades out.
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I know David is dead, I heard the shot, I read the obit.... but..... damn.
So thats my current dilema... I'm going to finish this with the fuckers. But which dream will it be?? Will I lay dying after all is told? Or will I live on, and finaly have love again, and another chance at happiness?
Honestly, I think the former is more likey than the latter, but.... I have to finish this. The cops are fucking useless, and they are fucking with my family. If I go, but taske them with me... I could die in peace then..... knowing that my sisters would be safe and, after the insurance paid off, taken care of.
We'll find out Sunday. I've gott work tonight, then I'm spending Saturday with the girls... just in case. If I don't post something here Sunday, then I never will, even if I have to dictate to a friend from a hospital bed... I do have at least 1 person on here who keeps tabs and cares, even if she almost never comments on the page. You know who you are luv, and I thank you for it, for you.. I'll make sure something is said. even if it is just a freind writting that I'm alive... so no worries okies?
All right guys, I've got a few things to tend to.
Later
Acid.....