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Skyler’s Journal Entry

Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.

==Initial Post==

((Posted by Skyler ‘Artful Dodger’ Gant on May 22, 2010))

Journal Entry, 22nd May 188x.

Seems my nightmares are coming back, far worse than before. I’m dreaming of a massive ship called Titanic sinking deep into the sea…over nothing more than a collision with an Iceberg. Why would the fools say the ship was unable to sink, is beyond my guessing, as I heard people in my nightmare saying that a lot. What’s worse is… the ship broke in two before sinking…and I was still aboard when it was sinking. I could feel myself falling into the cold water, I could feel the icy cold water ripping through me like thousands of needles. It was a terrifying dream.

I swore, however, I saw Professor Heliotrope in my dream. Yet…he looked different, and that scared me most. I awoke with a scream, and I likely woke up half of Brunel Hall with that scream, and ran out the front door and toward the Gangplank, my Journal in hand, and here is where I sit now…drinking. I wish I could find someone who understands my dreams, maybe tell me what they mean. Why am I on a beautiful ship, watching the people pass me by like I wasn’t there, only to see it sink that very night…err…was it morning? It was dark… no moon in the sky at all…only stars…millions and millions of them.

How odd, so many stars baring witness to the dying below, such horror, that Nightmare. People screaming, crying…a body of a young boy no older than me floating past… the water piercing me like millions of needles. I…felt week in my nightmare, like I was so close to death…Why could I feel everything? Why do I feel everything in my visions? I could feel the freshly polished wood of the “Grand Staircase” Feel the glass of water in my hand…the shiny brass doorknob of the restaurant aboard, and the lovely deck overlooking the sea.

All that was sinking as I was pulled into a Life Boat that passed some hours later, frozen half to death. I felt the warmth of the blanket wrapped around me… I found myself asking where my Mum and Dad were… yet I remembered being aboard the ship alone, having paid someone to take me with…my mistake. Now I sit, drinking Absinthe and shaking from the nightmare which was playing through my head like one of those moving pictures. The horrifying visions, the image of Professor Lionheart…an evil looking creature if ever there was one, he looked like…all playing through my mind.

My God, I’m only 9 and yet I seen more things than any adult ever will…and already my life is going down the drain. I wish to god these visions would stop. I wish I could tell them to someone yet…I fear…I really fear…I will be laughed at. One thing’s for certain…I will not be on that ship during it’s launch…if I’m still alive by then. How sad, so many lives being lost on that night…and nothing I could do to prevent it.

Skyler closes the Journal and goes back to drinking his Absinthe…eventually passing out with his head still on the journal.


*Comment by Tepic Harlequin on May 22, 2010 at 5:23pm
bloomin heck Skyler, you got bad dreams an you drinking Absinthe?!! Only one way with bad dreams, turn on em an make em do what you want…..

Tepic slips the journal back under his sleeping friend’s head, and tucks a length of old sacking around his shoulders. He sighs at the state of his friend, then wanders off into the night…

*Comment by Skyler ‘Artful Dodger’ Gant on May 23, 2010 at 5:29pm
Lifts head up briefly

I can’t right make me dreams do what I want.

Passes out again.

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