Intro
The world was safe until yesterday. That is when a danger known as Red Squad came into existence. This group of malicious, menacing, mischievous losers threaten everything that creativity and free will stand for. They are a threat to human society. If it were up to them, things would always be the same, nothing would ever change. Change is good and we know this so we have set out to destroy Red Squad. Join us on our mission into history…
5.28
My life used to be like any other, I went to work, exercised and socialized with people other than myself. But that all changed when I met Smash Nilpoint. I did not know it at the time but Smash Nilpoint had that day become angry towards change. He was tired of having to get new clothes or watch different T.V. shows. To him the world should be as it was the day before, a static painting of boredom. Change feared him because it brought the unknown.
We met outside of the public library deep into the afternoon. The sun was just beginning to set and the heat barely decreasing. He was sitting on a bench staring towards the fountain accompanying the library as I passed by. Just when I was in front of him he asked me the time. I stopped my course and told him the hour of that late afternoon. Then he began to make his credo:
“Time is always moving.. I just can not keep up. Day after day I have to do more to keep from slipping under. If things were always the same then there would be no entropy, things would not break down and life would be calm. I am going to make it my mission to keep things the same, I will find a way to halt change.”
I knew then that I had to stop his actions, so I formed Blue Squad. He likewise formed Red Squad for his cause. And so here we are two factions, one for change and creativity and one for stagnation and the status quo. Who knows where this battle will end.
5.29
Today I was walking quietly down the quaint little hill in my neighborhood whistling a new tune I had made up. I was not very aware of my surrounding because I was so involved in my song. That was until someone who was walking directly towards me ran shoulder to shoulder into me. I looked into the face of this person and there I saw the face of Smash Nilpoint of Red Squad. We both stopped, turned and looked at each other. He then called me a bastard and kicked at my knee. Luckily I moved away before he could harm me. I told him to get out of my space and that if he thought he could kill creativity because I was no longer a threat then he was stupid. He then cried out at the top of his lungs that he was not stealing my thoughts. Confused, I proceeded to leave the scene in a hurry.
Later I sought retribution. I managed to gain access to his home using skills taught to me by my friend Omwah. His door was slightly cracked open and the lights were off. I opened the door slightly and saw that “fish boy”, as I call him, was sound asleep on his couch. Taking advantage of this I looked around the room and found his wardrobe open. In the wardrobe I found a shaving razor. Fish boy seemed very much asleep because there was a puddle of drool on the arm rest of the couch where his head lay. I proceeded to shave off his entire head of hair being careful not to wake him. It was not a perfect shave but enough so that he would have to shave the rest so he would look half-way normal. After doing this I got out of there fast. Right as I was at the bottom of the stairwell to exit the building I heard a horribly loud scream. All I could do was smile as I walked on the sidewalk in the dimming sunshine. Another victory had been won for the cause of creativity.
5.30, 5.31
No sign of fish boy for these two days… I am beginning to think that he is in hiding, counting his time till he has a chance to strike. I will be ready for him when he does strike. I have placed my guards at strategic locations. Omwah has been sitting in a chair staring at the door since the hair accident. We have not left this room since then either. We have stock piled food and are using old coke bottles for urination. The use of anti-diarrheal pill has kept us from needing to defecate. Our sanity is kept through the use of tournament level sherades games and the USA Network.
Only one thing strange has happened. I picked up my copy of NAR Magazine and noticed it had somehow gained much weight. Since it is simply a paper magazine I found this out of the ordinary. Turning the magazine over I found four rolls of red paper glued side to side. On those rolls was glued a circular piece of paper with a clock drawn hastily in crayon. It looked to me to be the creation of a child. The thing looked rather crude so I threw it out the window. Right after I closed the window I hear a loud pop and a woman scream. But those are the only interesting things that have happened over these past days besides the Conan marathon. I am starting to think that maybe holding out here was unnecessary, but I have fun as Omwah will likewise tell you.
6.1
Pretty slow day. Walked around looking for hints of Red Squad traps but did not see any. To pass the time I went to the park where I observed the people go about their leisurely activities. I got bored with doing this so I decided to have a little fun. I noticed some rollerbladers skating through and around some cones they had set up. For fun I arranged the cones into phrases such as: “Omwah Lives, Believe” and “Fish Stink” when the skaters backs were turned. They seemed amused at first but then after about five times they started getting angry and yelling for who ever it was doing it to stop. Being bored with people who obviously had no sense of humor I took off my clothes and went for a run through the city. People tend to get out of your way faster when you are free-balling it and running than if you are running with clothes on. After about a mile I had an entourage of cops chasing me, but every time they tried to grab me to arrest me they could not get hold of me due to my lack of clothing. I eventually got tired of them chasing me so I darted down a corner and used my powers of camouflage that Omwah taught me. I found some clothes in a dumpster and put them on so I would not have the cops chasing me anymore. In my new clothes people seemed even more willing to get out of my way and often crossed the street as I came down it so as to avoid. This was true for all but a few people who gave me change and told me to find a job. I eventually got home and was tired so I went to sleep.
6.2
Today I talked to Omwah extensively. He told me all about his life past to present. Omwah is by nature very quiet and reserved, so this was one of those rare occasions when he lets his brilliant mind spill into public. Omwah is a rather tall fellow, about 6′3″, far taller than me. He is by ancestry and culture a Native American. He has long black hair, brown eyes and dark skin like any other Native American. He usually wears a hooded cloak covering his entire body. One can see his Army issue combat boots peaking out under the bottom part of the cloak. I asked him if he ever got hot during the summer and he told me that his clothing was actually quite cooler than what I was wearing. Under his cloak he usually carries a sword which one would not know was there because it is hidden by the large cloak. He only takes out the sword whenever he fights or to sleep. He is a very skilled fighter, he holds a black belt in Tae Kwon Doe, Kung Fu and Ju Jitsu. I am glad to have him on my side because compared to him my fighting skills are nothing. Many men have died because they challenged this usually gentle, reserved man.
Omwah was raised on a reservation in Nevada to very strict parents. They instilled in him the ways of his culture and made sure that he would not forget the ways of his ancestors. He had never seen any other type of person other than Native American until he was 10. It was at the age of ten that his parents were killed in an automobile accident in which he was involved. Omwah was wearing a seat belt because even at a early age he was level headed. His parents, however, were not wearing seat belts. Omwah was trapped in the crushed back seat for two hours before the rescue team was able to get him out. The whole time all he could do was look at the misshapen and battered bodies of his dead parents. After this he was placed in a foster home with white parents. Up until he was 18 and left his foster home to go off into the world, Omwah was a loner. He kept to himself and did not keep many friends. He did exceptionally well all through school and was always the smartest kid. When he graduated he told his foster parents that he had to go search for himself and left them. Omwah says that he really loved his foster parents and was treated with as much love as he had received from his real parents. His foster parents he told me were killed in a fouled up burglary attempt of their home, they never caught the burglar.
I asked Omwah about what happened after he left home, but he refused to speak about it. He told me that it was best left to another time. So that is all I know about Omwah’s past. I first met him when I went to Las Vegas for a computer expo. He was a fellow spectator to the new technologies being exhibited. During one of the seminars I just happened to sit next to him and struck up a conversation. We soon became friends because we were so like minded. After the expo we hung out and both decided to tour the western part of the United States. On our travels we learned much about the country and the ways things work. I was especially moved by the beauty of the American deserts. After our tour we came back here where we learned of Red Squad and set up our cause. Together we fight the evils that want to purge the world of creativity, an asset we both hold as a primary asset of human life.
6.3
Time for action. Omwah and I have rented an abandoned room in the building directly across from Smash Nillpoint’s dwellings. It took a little while to get our equipment in unnoticed. Once we got it up and running we learned some very interesting things. First off, we set up a high magnification camera peering right into his window. The room the window is in is rather normal but with our high magnification camera we were able to see down some stairs that are to the left of the room. At the bottom of the stairs we could see what seemed like a laboratory. From our limited view we noticed several green objects that we could not make out. The interesting thing is that they seemed to be moving. Also with the aid of our laser listening device we heard some talk about a strange object know as the Chia. We are not quite sure what this means but think it has something to do with the green objects. We learned more than we knew previously but are still in the dark about many things. Sadly we could only rent the room for one day and there are still missing details. We shall have further surveillance in the future.
6.4
We went into town today to gather supplies for our impending attack. We went by Ace Hardware and bought 10 hammers, 1 nail, 24 rolls of duct tape, a clapper, 2 electric extension cords, a light bulb and a doughnut. These supplies when we place them strategically and in the right manner will destroy Red Squad. But we have to wait till just the right moment for the most impact. Today is just a run for some of the supplies. So we walked through the streets from our dwelling to the store. On the long walk Omwah decided to show me one of the skills he learned during his “journey” he took after the age of 18. I asked him what he was going to do and looked over and did not see him, all I saw was a strange shadow on the wall of the building we were walking past. The shadow smiled and I could see a face on it, it was Omwah. I was very impressed with this because he seemed to have no physical substance. I went to place my hand on Omwah expecting it to be stopped before it got to the wall but ended up touching the bricks of the wall. I jerked my hand back due to the weird nature of what was happening. His smile simply grew larger and we walked on. We shall strike Red Squad soon, maybe Omwah’s unique skill will come in handy.
6.5
I nearly escaped death today. After a routine physical check up, Sarah my doctor, asked me to come into her office from the examination room for a chat about my illness. So I followed her to the back of the building where the doctor’s personal offices are. She sat down behind her desk and I sat in the chair facing the desk. Then she opened one of the lower drawers and pulled out some chalk. “Now Yukster your health is becoming worse with every checkup, let me get your previous results from my filing cabinet.” She turned around and began to open the cabinet, then all of a sudden she turned swiftly towards me aimed the pen she had been holding at me. Before I could say something she dropped the pen and started crying. When the pen hit the floor a sharp projectile was released from the end of it that whizzed past me and created a small hole in the concrete wall of the office, in the room next door I heard a voice damming the insect world. “I can’t do it, I was paid by a man to shoot this at you, but I just can’t do it.” Immediately I knew that Smash Nilpoint had gotten to her. I comforted her and let her know that I was not angry. She took comfort in my embrace and looked lovingly into my eyes, there I saw desire. “I have wanted you since the first day I saw you,” she said much to my delight. “Take me right here, right now.” All I could say was, “Umm… okay.” So she locked the door and we began our tango of love. Our dance went on for what seemed like hours, in actuality it was 15 minutes, because I have a small problem when it comes to endurance in these matters. I went home with a huge smile on my face and no underwear.
6.6
Despite my pleasurable experience playing “doctor” yesterday I am angry as hell. Nilpoint went to far when he tried to kill me. I had only pulled a stupid stunt and spied on him. How was I to know that his hair would not grow back. It did seem to obsess him a little. It was only after that incident that he began experimenting in his laboratory. Despite my best efforts all I know is that he was working with Chia pets. I have no idea how he could ever use a Chia Pet to his advantage. Add to that the disappearance of a local kid who was found a few days ago in a stupor. According to the news his hair had turned thick and green, as if it were a plant. The only word he would murmur in response to any questions was “Chia”. I know Nilpoint had something to do with this, but why?
I am going to face him and his “squad” head on tomorrow. I have challenged him to a show down. I told him to meet me at 12:15 am tomorrow. But I will be there waiting for him and launch a surprise attack. Omwah will lead the attack using his shadow techniques. I will follow close behind him because I still haven’t mastered the art of becoming a shadow completely. My usage of the technique is not suitable for battle. Come tomorrow, Red Squad will be no more…
9.10
My god, the attack went horribly wrong. I have been gone from this planet for many months, lost my closest friend and formed a new alliance. It is almost too much to handle. But I will try and give a brief description of what happened.
Omwah charged in using his shadow attack with me following closely behind him. But, we did not count on Smash Nilpoint having any weapons, at least not any weapons that could stop us. Omwah was hit directly by something that I later learned was some sort of chia weapon. His body lay lifeless on the ground covered by a mass of green plant like tentacles. Where his body is now, I do not know. I went back to look for it today after returning to this time period, but it is long gone. Who knows what could have happened to it in three months.
After I noticed Omwah’s body and while I was struggling with Smash Nilpoint three golden beings appeared out of nowhere. They created a energy vortex that swallowed us both up. We awoke hours later in a desert forest. We called a truce there, because we were tired and no longer saw a reason to fight.
For ninety-nine days we lived in that forest. There was nothing there but us. We looked for a way out, but none could be found. Whenever we searched around we always ended up back at the spot we had both awoke up at.
I missed Omwah immensely at the beginning of the imprisonment. He had become like a brother to me. Time and my increasing friendship with Smash Nilpoint wore away my sadness. I forgave Nilpoint for Omwah’s death eventually. Everyday I thought about how I would search for Omwah’s body if I ever was able to return home. It was the least I could do considering all he had done for me. I had learned so much from him about my own innate magical abilities.
Eventually, we did find away out of that hell hole. We had found a large metallic dome one day and then a metallic hammer a few days later. I thought the two were related so I struck the dome with the hammer. But the hammer disentigrated in my hand upon contact with the sphere. After trying this twice Nilpoint realized that force was not the way. That realization allowed us access to the insides of the sphere. Inside was a device that opened a portal to other times. The portal was very similar to one that had brought us to this hell hole. While tuning the device we came upon a future where the planet was horribly destroyed. In this future the only living creature was a horrible green monster. We did not think it could see us and were surpised when it charged directly at the portal. I quickly changed the device’s knobs and a severed hand fell to the floor. Smash Nilpoint noticed that it was starting to regenerate so he kicked it back through the portal. Who knows at what time it landed. After more experimentation with the knobs on the device we were able to tune the device to a mere three months after we had been abducted. Three months was much better than the hundreds or thousands of years that we were tuning to at first.
Now that we are back, Smash Nilpoint and I have decided to unite. We call our combined effort Purple Squad. I chose purple for its noble connotations, for purple is the color of royalty. But I will not forget Blue Squad and the memory of Omwah. I swear that I will do my best to find someway to bring him back, if that is at all possible. Omwah, you will not be forgotten.
9.12
While going through some of Omwah’s belongings I came across a notebook. The notebook is full of beautiful writings in a language I can not understand. Page after page is filled in a pictographic language along with diagrams. The book appears to be a journal, since I recognize one of the drawings as being the very place we had met. The last ten or so pages of the book are written in English. The English entries are basically descriptions of events since I had met Omwah. The last entry, however is about something I have never heard about before. That entry talks about a magical relic from an ancient civilization. Omwah believed he could find this relic at some ancient ruins in South America. He went on to give a very intricately drawn example of writing that can be found on one of the relics. I have scanned that drawing and cleaned the image up a little:
Omwah went on in the journal entry to say that he did not know where the relics could be found. He could not even pinpoint a broad geographical region. But, he did list some properties of the relics. Apparently, the relics were once used to fight off a legion of monsters that attacked the ancients. The relics were cast in such a way that when used on a monster it would harm it, but when used on an ancient it would heal that person.
I am going tomorrow to show this journal to Smash Nilpoint to get his opinon about what we should do. If Omwah believed that these relics still existed, then I have to believe him. I think that we should find the relics and one day, if we ever find Omwah’s body, use them to heal him. I don’t know if they will work on a mortal like Omwah. Even though he had great magical abilities he might not have the same makeup that these relics are configured for. For all I know these relics might treat him and us as the monster creatures that the journal spoke of. But, I know I have to try. Omwah would have done the same for me.
9.14
Our adventure begins anew. It is now my birthday and I am on a plane with Smash Nilpoint headed for Peru. Yesterday, I went and showed the journal I discovered to Nilpoint. He was very intrigued by it. He was especially intrested in the drawing of the relic described in the journal. Smash Nilpoint, apparently, is very interested in ancient South American culture. He literally has hundreds of books on the subject. His first reaction to the drawing was that it did not look like something that would typically come from South America. He thought that Omwah must be mistaken in his geographical placement of this symbol.
To be sure, we both searched through his books seeking something of relevance. We searched for hours and almost quit several times. Nilpoint was annoyed, but my stubborness caused him to carry on as well. It was beginning to be night when he finally found the key piece of information that has lead this this flight.
In a book that was literally falling apart he came upon a page that featured a partial rubbing from an ancient Peruvian temple. The rubbing was only of the top left corner of the relic. Apparently, the rubbing was even older than the book. The book itself was from 1908, but the rubbing was said to be from 1823. The author claimed to have discovered the rubbing in a notebook he purchased from the estate of a deceased South American explorer. The explorer had found a secluded temple in the mountains of Peru. The temple had no above ground features, it was totally subterranean. The explorer found the temple out of sheer luck. He claimed it was a very extraordinary place which contained drawings, artifacts and architecture like he had never seen in South America. The explorer left that temple vowing to return later to haul off the artifacts contained inside. But when the explorer returned he could not find the temple. For the rest of his life he searched and even became obsessed with the desire to find it. The author of the book also attempted to find the temple, but failed. In his book he details his attempts and then finally assumes that the old explorer had been crazy from the beginning. Since that author discredited the explorer’s discovery, there has been no attempts to find the temple. But we know differently. I do not know how we will succeed where two other professional explorers have failed. But I believe we will have a little extra help from a spirit who I am sure is traveling with us.
9.15
The following entry was written on 9.16 but describes the events of 9.15. I was unconcious on the night of 9.15 and unable to write anything down in my journal.
We have “landed” in Peru. Well sort of. After arriving on our commerical flight we rented a plane in an attempt to find the temple from the air. They did not have charter airplanes in 1823 and 1908, so we thought this would be our advantage over previous attempts to find the temple. But things did not go as planned. Our plane was like any plane you can rent in South America, extremely sketchy. We knew the risk but decided to go ahead anyways. The fact that other pilots at the airfield were constantly wearing parachutes should have been a tip off. It is amazing that both Smash Nilpoint and I are still alive. I attempted a crash landing in a clearing. But I neglected to realize the clearing ended with a cliff that descended into water.
The worst part of this ordeal is the large laceration I received to my back. I now have this huge wound on my back running from my right shoulder down to just above my left hip. The cut, thankfully, did not penetrate deep into my body. It stopped bleeding after a makeshift bandage and antibiotic ointment were applied to it. I think someone is watching out for our well being. How else do you explain the fact that the first aid kit floated to shore? With out that ointment I would probably fall prey to the ravages of gangrene.
I am thankful that I am not alone on this adventure. If I were alone, I would now be dead. Nilpoint rescued me from the waters of the sinkhole and tended to my wound. He started a fire and made sure I was positioned so that I would keep warm. I owe him my life and hope to repay this debt one day.
9.16
I have gone through so much these past two days. Ever since the plane crash, events have unfolded at a dizzying pace. I will try explain what has happened today, a day which has forever changed me.
I had a horrible dream during the time I was unconcious and asleep. In my dream I am in a dark room surrounded by walls that have glowing writing on them. This golden writing would flicker like an telvision set. Whenever the illumination increased a sharp high pitched screeching sound would increase in volume, as if it were connected to the light source of the drawings. All of a sudden a flame engulfs me. I am being burned alive and I can feel my flesh beginning to be consumed. I fall to the ground and black out. The next thing I see is jungle all around me, but my vision is blurry and disconcerting. The rest of my dream is nothing but me running through the jungle. The images I see are like that from a video camera held while running. The sensation is so nauseating that I wake up and puke.
After I woke up Nilpoint told me what had happened the previous day. He said I had been mumbiling something during my sleep and asked what I had dreamed. I did not tell him because the emotions of the dream were still in my mind and all I wanted to do was forget.
We started hiking back towards the clearing I had tried to land us on. But on the way we noticed a cave entrance which had been uncovered by the plane crash. A golden glow eerily similar to that from my dream beckoned us to enter. The first thing I noticed in the cave was that it contained drawings on the wall very similar to the one from Omwah’s book. I knew at that moment we had stumbled upon the lost temple. Had something caused us to crash on purpose? Is there some force watching over us?
The temple was huge, side passages split off from the main corridor every dozen feet. We stayed upon the main corridor as it twisted and turned inside the mountain we were now under. Finally, the main hallway ended in a large circular chamber. This was the same chamber from my dream! However, unlike in my dream, the walls did not glow and there was no sounds but our own movements. In the middle of the room was a pedestal which had a drawing of a phoenix upon it. Piled carelessly on the pedestal were some rectangular, decorated pieces of stone the same size as holes around the edge of the pedestal. The room had a shelf running all along the wall. The shelf held other decorated pieces of stone the same size as those piled on the pedestal. The stone markers appeared to be the relics that were described in the book we found. They each had a drawings upon them and each image was different.
As I looked around the room one particular relic caught my eye. I thought it might be the one described in the journal. I ran over to the relic with excitement and picked it up. I looked at the relic using my torch for light and noticed it was the very relic we had come for. I shouted “this is it!” and turned to show Nilpoint. As I turned the relic flew from my hand towards Nilpoint. At the moment it hit him, he disappeared. With his disappearance the relic dropped to the ground. Nilpoint was gone, for some reason the relic had not liked him.
I stood in disbelief for several minutes until the inital shock wore off. I walked nervously around the room looking at the other relic. The relic that had destroyed Nilpoint was the only one that had writing on it, the rest of the relics had drawings of scenarios or creatures. Some of them showed two sets of beings. One of the beings appeared to be human, the other had a large head and a small body. Those wierdly shaped beings looked like the aliens you see in the movies. Other relics showed devices which carried either a human, an alien or both. Another series of relics showed large monsters running away or being split in half by beams of light eminating from staffs carried by humans. This temple seemed to be more than a place of worship, it was also a library of some sorts that documented an ancient history.
As I was examing more stones I heard a high pitched screech like that from my dream. The room began to pulse just like my dream, the writing on the walls glowed and reacted to a light that was coming from behind me. I turned around and in the center of the room was a fuzzy image of Smash Nilpoint. He was trying to say something over the screeching but I could hardly understand. The colors of his image were all wrong and constantly changing. Finally, the image cleared up a little bit and the screeching stopped. Nilpoint told me he had a message from Omwah. He instructed me to use four relics to activate the pedestal and bring Omwah back to the present. The relics to be used were the one from the journal, one showing an alien and human shaking hands, one with an image of fire, and one that showed the phoenix. Nilpoint began to say something else, but his image disappeared as suddenly as it had come.
I quickly looked around the room and found the relics in question. I was excited to finally be able to see Omwah again. I removed the relics piled on the pedestal and set the chosen relics in the four holes around the edge of the pedestal. The last relic to be placed was the one described in the journal. I placed it at the top of the image of the phoenix. As soon as that relic had been placed, a column of red, firery light shot up from the pedestal. I felt a strange heat coming from the light. I waited several minutes and the light just stayed there consistently shining. I decided that I should stand in the light, maybe my body was needed as a beacon to show Omwah where to go.
As soon as I stood in the light I was lifted in the air above the pedestal. My body became lifeless, my mind was the only thing I could control. I felt my body become hotter and my skin felt like it was burning. My dream was coming to fruition. And just like in my dream I blacked out and became unconcious.
I awoke somewhere in the jungle. This location was nowhere near the temple, because later I tried looking and could not find it or the clearing we had landed upon. As soon as I had awoken I felt pain all over my body, even in my head. I could barely make out what was around me, my vision was blurry at first. After sitting for several minutes my vision became normal and I noticed my skin was now black and cracked. My body looked like a dry riverbed. Also, a few feet from where I sat I saw the relic from the journal. I picked it up and began to walk. As I walked I began to hear a voice in my head. In the first few hours of being awake it was very faint. Eventually, the voice became noticable but not understandable. I felt like I was going crazy.
I wandered for hours but only saw mile after mile of jungle that looked the same. Finally, when darkness was settling in I set up camp for the night. I somehow knew exactly which plants to use for creating a tent that would keep me dry should it rain. I skillfully gathered fruits that I somehow knew were not poisonous. I also started a fire in a way I would have never before imagined possible, I just sat staring at a bundle of sticks while concentrating. After several minutes of deep thinking it caught on fire. I have no explanation how I knew to do all this, I think it has something to do with the voice that is every hour becoming stronger and more understandable. For now I am thankful for the voice, it will allow me to survive the night in this remote jungle.
9.18
I think I am truly going insane. For the past two days, wierd dreams and events have happened to me. Sometimes I wake up somewhere that I do not remember walking to. When I wake up all I can remember are images from dreams that are not my own. These dreams reoccur time after time, I am not able to control them or my fits of unconciousness.
In one dream, I am the leader of a sect of intellectual men in an ancient civilization. The ancient society that I am a part of seems primitive at first but turns out to be highly advanced. This society lives in harmony with alien visitors. Alien spacecrafts are constantly flying overhead. Alien beings mingle among humans in a market place located in the center of the city. Some of the vendors in the market are aliens, some are humans. Both human and aliens seem to live in harmony. This harmonious city is also constantly busy, there always seems to be a human or alien walking quickly to where they are needed.
All the members of the the sect I belong to wear golden robes that look more metallic than fabric. The robe is extremely light and has drawings and writings located at the top near the collar. Our sect is the keeper of knowledge for the civilization. We maintain magical artifacts that are used in daily life. These artifacts were created with knowledge from the aliens. Although our civilization uses alien technology, we do not fully understand it. Even though they are so much more advanced than us, we do not worship them as gods. Instead, we treat them as equals among us. As keepers of the knowlege of our society we are often called upon by the leaders in order to solve many problems. We use our intelligence to advise judges on how to rule. We use our magic to help build buildings and bridges all around the city.
The dream I just described is the most peaceful of what I see happening when I am unconcious. In another dream I am the same leader, but I am fighting to keep the society alive. There are huge monsters like the one that tried to attack Nilpoint and I when we were in the alien time sphere. But, these monsters are much larger and much more savage. They attack with impunity on village after village. In this dream the aliens are nowhere to be found, they have left after themselves failing to battle the monsters. My sect of golden intellectuals battle the creatures and manage to keep them out of the city for quite awhile. We use relics from our temple in order to destroy monster after monster. The relics either cast out beams of light slicing the monster or the relic flies at the monster exploding it on the spot. But, we are not able to keep the monsters away indefinitely. Eventually, our city is overrun and our sect flees to our mountain temple. In that undergound temple we try and think of ways to save our world.
There are more dreams, but I am far too exhausted to write them down now. I feel like I will black out at any moment now and awaken again somewhere else. For now, this is all I can manage to put to paper.
9.19
I awoke today well past noon, but I can not tell you the time exactly since I have no watch. I woke up feeling sore, like I had exercised the night before, even though I remember simply writing in my journal then falling asleep. After I woke up, I felt a little groggy and angry. I was angry because I did not know how to return to civilization, my previous days of wandering had only netted blackouts. While I was pissing away the nights collection of fluids I stared at a tree and concentrated my anger out upon it. Suddenly, before I finished my business, the tree started to sway back and forth and tremble. There was no wind, and this tree was the only one to move. This is not the only new power I have noticed. I find that when I am awake at night, I can see much better than I ever remember being able to. These occurances must be all in my head.
Today I simply wandered looking for some sign of a way back home. Since this is not so interesting, I will describe another dream or two.
In another dream I am back in the temple of the Golden Sect. We are sitting around the very pedestal that has caused me so much harm. The pedestal is glowing fire like, just as I remember. The leader waves his hand and smoke rises from the fire. An image appears, the image is of the monsters, but this image appears to be from my present time. The Chia monsters appear everywhere among the ruins of skyscrapers. The men begin to chant while rocking back and forth. The image begins to reverse and eventually shows a man working in a laboratory. I recognize the man, it is Smash Nilpoint! The smoke shows him working with extracts from a chia plant which he inserts into a genetic resequencing device. It shows him using some sort of spray gun, the gun shoots out green liquid. When the liquid strikes a surface, the object is covered in Chia growth. Upon seeing these images the men begin to talk amongst themselves. I do not know what they say, but they finally decide upon something. The image shifts to the birth of a Native American child. The child dies during birth and the mother begins to cry. The leader of the Golden Sect opens his mouth, a vapor rise from it and enters the smoke. In the smoke the baby awakens and cries. The doctor is astonished as the lifeless infant opens it’s eyes. Everytime the infant opens it’s eyes I awaken.
In yet another dream I am a young boy, growing up in the desert. I train in martial arts starting from a very young age. At one point in my early adulthood I wander the desert alone. During that time I feel very lonely and I always look up to the skies at night. Eventually, I return to my home, but as soon as I am home I bid my parents good bye and I take off. I end up at some sort of convention. I am browsing amongst advanced weapons and technological gadgets. The dream shifts forward to me sitting next to another man outside the convention. As soon as I turn to look at the man, I awaken. When I awake from this dream I am always sweating. The convention in the dream is the very one I met Omwah at. Why would I dream about this now? Who is the guy I am sitting next to? This dream must be happening because I still miss Omwah. I wish he was here right now.
The wierdest dream of all is also the most boring. In this dream I am sitting in the forest meditating. The “I” in this dream looks just like I do now. It is the same black disfigured creature that I have become. Is this what I do during the times I do not remember? Why I am doing this?
I suddenly feel weak again. I feel like I need to sleep, it is an uncontrollable urge. Even though it is still daylight I can not fight the urge to sleep. What is happening to me???
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