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The dog came back.  I heard it barking outside my house so I grabbed my shotgun.  A while ago Jim convinced me to put a tac-light on it and I'm glad I did.  Outside I flipped it on and pointed my shotgun at the dog.  In front of it was my sons rain coat.  Kiddo had one of those bright yellow rain coats that you see in commercials and he loved it so much.  We lost it last year.  It was right in front of the dog.  Once it knew (knew, it's a dog for the love of Jesus!  It can't be that smart?!) I had seen the coat, it picked it up and brought it to me.  I was just dumb founded.  It dropped it at my feet and trotted off.  I'll buy everyone who is reading this a round if they don't believe me, but I swear to you, the dog was laughing. 

Inside a Jail Cell

The sleepwalking is getting worse.  I've been out of touch for a while cause I've been in jail.  Evidently I decided to go on a rather long walk.  Twenty six miles to be exact.  How I did that in less than six hours I'm not sure.  Also when you take into account that I made a blog post, then got into one hell of a scrap while walking I walked fast.  I went to bed early on Wednesday and then next thing I really remember is waking up in a jail cell and I'm hurting bad.  I feel like I just went twelve rounds with someone.  I am cut up and beat up and my throat is just raw.  According to police reports I was found wandering the streets in town just bloody with my pocket knife out and in my hand.  I lucked out in the next part cause the officer that found me is one of my sparring partners.  I'll call him Jim in this blog.  Jim got out and asked if everything was ok, and I just went after him.  I was trying to scream something but they couldn't make it out.  He tasered the hell out me, pepper sprayed me, and finally cuffed me.  At that point I went limp.
  The good thing about small town Iowa is that they aren't going to press charges on me.  Jim has been a friend for years, he knows I would never attack him in my right mind.  I do have to go see a shrink, and I'm kinda on house arrest.  Lucky for me this all happened on my days off so I didn't lose my job.  What the hell is going on?  And what did I do before I ended up in town?

Nightmare

Ok, holy shit.  Woke up and my laptop was open and that last post was on it.  For the record, I woke up like I usually do on my day off, a happy little four year old cannon ball flying into our bed.  He's fine.  No marks, and his face is dirty but that's normal for boys his age.  No cuts on it, and he's as lively as ever.
I don't remember the dream I must have been having, but I'm not sure I want to.  We are having french toast and going to the park.  I feel the need to play with my son.

These blogs are real aren't they?

Reading the blogs that I added while sleep walking.
I think they are all real.  They can't be tho?  Eldritch Abominations?  Fears made real?  Cities that don't exist, houses without doors?  What the hell?  I'm just a good old Iowa country boy, why would any of this pertain to me?
What am I doing? 
The weirdest part?  A lot of them sound familiar. 
Screw the miller lite, going for the tequilla. 
I need sleep.