This is not real they are not real why did I make them not real why won't i let myself remember adam you are talking to yourself wake up and remember you made them not real his face is gone his face is gone his face is his face is his face is his face is his face his face is 

YOU HAVE TO RUN IT'S HERE YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP NOW!

Found something

Found this in his coat.  Who the hell is "we?"  And what do they remember that I don't?  WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? 

...

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?

Again

Yahweh, my God, I take refuge in you. Save me from all those who pursue me, and deliver me lest they tear apart my soul like a lion, ripping it in pieces, while there is none to deliver

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?  

Answer me when I call, God of my righteousness. Give me relief from my distress. Have mercy on me, and hear my prayer.

Going Crazy

I know I'm losing it. 
I just try to deny what I'm reading, but everything seems so damn familiar.  Hiding behind a veil of pretend fiction is only going to work so far.  I read what some of these monsters blog, and I'm just waiting to find out what happens next.  But these horrible things are really happening.  People are dying, being tortured, hunted by monsters.  Then there are the things that these monsters follow!  The real monsters of the story.  Till just recently I was able to pretend, but when that dog was just gone... It was wrong on a fundamental level.  I don't care what kind of dog it was, I ran the forsaken thing over, not once, but three times!  Then parked on it!  It was pinned and still snarling at me! 

Then there is the sleepwalking.  Why can't I remember what I'm dreaming!?  It's getting worse.  Last night I found myself outside painting my shed.  Nothing methodical or useful no.  7224.  Over and over and over and over again.  The only thing not that damn number?  "It Knows The Past."

I have got to figure out what is going on. 

WTF?

Got home from work tonight, and the dog is there.  Its right in my drive way, teeth bared.  So, doing what comes natural to a pissed off country boy, I hit it with my truck.  Now I don't drive one of the big SOBS that a lot of my neighbors do, but my truck is still big enough.  After tho, I hear it barking and snarling from underneath my truck.  So I back over it.  I see it again and it's GETTING BACK UP.  Third time being the charm, I hit it again.  When my tire is on it, I stop.  Better safe than sorry, I get out run inside, grab my shotgun, and go back out.  It's gone.  I had a truck parked on the dog and it is gone.  I have a dent in my fender and what looks like blood on my tires and the dog is gone.