MAKE OF THIS WHAT YOU WILL...

      I'm guessing my lack of rest has finally caught up with me. All last week, despite my best efforts, I could not get to bed on time. Thursday, I was already tired from being over an hour late to bed the day before and managed to not get to bed Friday until over two and a half hours late. At least the temperatures were well below normal for this time of year but my sleep Friday was restless and littered with nightmares all revolving around the same theme of spree killing and fleeing those pursuing my arrest. The last dream is the one I remember best.

      I was in some sort of lab. All my coworkers were wearing the traditional white lab coats doing whatever sciency stuff my mind was not really concerned about revealing. I felt myself possessed by some demonic force. I fought it, trying to warn my coworkers to stop me before it is too late. Whether I said this my mind or I worriedly muttered it aloud only to be ignored by those whom I was near to, I don't know. But soon thereafter, I pulled out a semiautomatic pistol and fired upon my coworkers, killing them and then set fire to the lab using a flammable liquid. At this point, the possession ended and I realized I had to get the fuck out of there because no one was going to believe me. I fled the building and ran and ran. I made it into some woods before coming to a dead end. I turned around to discover my pursuers had cut off my escape and awoke in terror. I think that was the third iteration of that nightmare that day. I vaguely recall a previous one where a shapeshifter framed me in a similar scenario.