Sunday, December 12, 2010

Strange Hours

I mentioned that I couldn't sleep in my last post.  Now it's the opposite situation.

Thursday:  I have a small sleep debt, so I take a nap around 5:00 PM.  I am out for 2 hours. I go to bed early, at 9:00 pm.  I had a very comforting dream, involving someone I know.

Friday:  I wake up at 2:45 am, and I feel quite awake, so I decide to start my day early.  I brew some coffee, boil some eggs, and heat up some instant oatmeal. I watch TV and wait for the real day to begin.  At 4:59 am, I suddenly feel exhausted.  I don't bother cleaning up, and head to bed. I speed up on the stairs as I pass the window, just for a second.

Today:  I've been asleep since Friday.  I woke up in the evening today, at 5:01 pm.  That's about 36 hours  straight, on top of Thursday.  I dreamt of nothing.  This isn't to say I didn't dream.
I literally saw my eyes closed for 36 hours.  That can't be right, though...

I woke up with a dry mouth and a headache, but otherwise it felt like any other time I wake up.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

When you're lying in the dark, unable to sleep, the smoke alarm's light seems to float.

The ceiling breathes, and's unsettling.

But the little green light is calming.  It's hard to describe.  I watch it move in circles, figure eights...but even as it travels, it never changes spots.

I can clearly see movement.

The ceiling won't stop breathing and there's something on the walls.

I need sleep.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

To clarify

So I was looking at Hoso's blog, A Breeze in Monochrome NIGHT
(Good blog, nice music, you should check it out) and she said she discovered that she's listed as a Slenderblog on Unfiction.

This got me curious, and I looked up mine.  It's also listed.

I want to make sure everyone knows that this isn't that sort of thing.  I wasn't attacked before, and if he hasn't made a move by now, I don't expect to be hit in the future.  If I were going to up and disappear, it would have been long ago.

So this is just a journal, a place to write down my thoughts and dreams and so on, all without bugging my FB friends with status updates.

With that said, I hope you'll stick around anyway.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010


It's two years from now, and I'm lying in the road in the afternoon.  It opens up and embraces me, taking me in.  I remain asleep.  The dream ends.

I don't know.

On another note, there was a good mist falling this evening, and it felt really nice and cold on my skin.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Farewell to a Great Man.

I just heard about Leslie's death.  He was a very funny man, and he always made me laugh.

Rest in peace, Shirley.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

New faces, new places.

Happy thanksgiving to everyone, especially to those on the run.  I know you probably don't see a whole to be thankful for, but the reasons are there.

Last night I had a new dream.  His puppets were all over the place, and he was around every other corner.  I felt fear...but it wasn't for my own safety. I was seeing this from a first person perspective, but I don't think it was me in the dream.

I don't know who I was, but the one I was being was with a woman with brown hair...a teacher who worked at a high school or college or something...I dunno.  But there was a little girl with her...the woman kept making mistakes, and eventually the one I was being had to take the girl and abandon the woman.  I don't know if she made it, but I think the other did.

Probably meaningless, but it seemed like it was worth mentioning.

Monday, November 22, 2010

What does curiosity have against cats, anyway?

I told M about my dreams and he basically says that I'm safe and should quit while I can.  But my curiosity still has a hold on me and...well, I stopped following it for months, and then out of nowhere I start dreaming about faceless people?  It could be coincidence, but why would I start having nightmares about things long since forgotten?  I've been avoiding my windows at night lately, even with the blinds closed.

Anyway, I'm gonna try to avoid this turning into one of those blogs.  Ha, no wood nearby to knock on.

I should update more often.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

A Late Intro

Dear (insert name here),

I forgot to introduce myself.  No manners...I doubt you'll be calling me by my first name, if you call me at all
(bad jokes), so my last name is Rosener.  You could just call me Rose though, because for some reason nobody ever spells my full name correctly.  It's just easier.

I made this account recently, for the sole reason that I didn't want to post on other blogs anonymously.  I've decided, however, to just use this blog to write down whatever I happen to be thinking about at the time.
For those of you who don't mind waiting to see if I'm agreeable enough to warrant being followed, I hope you introduce yourselves.  I don't mind meeting new people, especially those who might share my interests.

Sorry my posts are so long, I tend to ramble.
I hope you enjoy my blog.

                                                                                                                           Will Rose

Friday, November 12, 2010

AM Mist

I'm not usually a morning person.  When I wake up, I feel hot and weak.  Drowsy, like a bee getting smoked in it's hive.  I don't know what it is about them, but sunny days just do this to me.  I don't even think it's pretty outside.  Everything is too bright and faded, and the light makes green look has all the allure of an uncleaned oven, or Christmas lights in spring.  This is why I rarely go outside before 7:00 pm, when the air loses heat.

But every so often, if I'm lucky...I wake up to a thick mist.  Everything is colder, and I am energized.  Once I've gotten ready, I make coffee and sit outside.  I look at my surroundings...the reds and yellows and oranges of the world have all been muted, and the countless minuscule droplets of water hug the leaves, enhancing their colors.  greens become deeper, and more vibrant, and in the distance, everything melts together, becoming one large silhouette, fading into the horizon.  It's funny how on the days when you can't see a few feet ahead of you, you can look so much deeper into your thoughts, everything becoming clear so easily.
I have no idea why, when the mist makes all things fuzzy, the mind is so...clear.  But  it's a wonderful feeling, and a  rare one, as of late.  If only every day could be like that.