Our basement door is possessed

I have not slept more than fours hours the last two nights. Isn't it strange how when that happens; you begin to see things.

True story. Nick is convinced our townhouse is haunted. It's not something seen, but what you hear that makes you pause.

My bedroom door is hard to open when closed, which it always is when I'm sleeping. When you try to open it you have to pull hard, and it makes enough sound vibrating throughout the townhouse.

Our basement door seems to be possessed. We can be sitting in the living room and watch it open for no reason at all. Today I was talking to Nick in the downstairs bathroom and the basement door creaked open, and I heard the cat meow at the same time.

I searched for her upstairs and downstairs thinking she just came through the door pushing it open. Makes sense, right? After going down to the basement the second time to find her, she was there the whole time.

Nick said. "I have been trying to tell you."

He has been in the living room by himself and watched the door open. It creaks when it opens--not like you can miss that.

Interesting things you hear at the VA Hospital

Another normal day, I think not. It's the interesting things you can hear when in the VA emergency room that makes life interesting.

"Do you have any allergies," the nurse asked? 
"Yes, bullets."

Another nurse responded by dropping all of her paperwork. Might be a great place to spend the day just to hear what someone will say.

Nick keeps cracking jokes which only makes it worse. He told the nurse that I made a cake I was jumping out of for his birthday. I told him that would scar my children for life. He responded by telling me not if I dressed like Spongebob. The nurse said she didn't think she wanted to know where that was going.

That is Nick's way of dealing with things. He cracks jokes when you would think he should be serious. Being as sick as he has, I think having humor about the situation is a good thing. I'm still waiting for life to get back to normal. Maybe things are as normal as they can be, and I should be satisfied with what I have.

I bought Nick a SUV for his birthday: socks, underwear, and Viagra.
Nick, paybacks are a bitch!

Shattered within my broken mind. I hide behind my blank stare and fool them into thinking I'm one of them. Hanging my head down as they approach; to disguise my hatred. 


Who is the fool now?


My hatred is a fire that has burned deep inside of me for longer than I could tell you. Already I attempt to quell my shaking hands as under my robe I hold a sickle. 


Waiting. . . 
Waiting. . .
Wanting to spill blood.


Rising at last when the nun moves within reach.
I strike with deadly aim and as she stares up at me with a surprised glance within her slowly fading eyes.
I smile.

Why dreams are better than books

What exactly are dreams supposed to mean? They are better and often more frightening than books could ever be. 

I had a dream I was shot in the chest. I did wake up afterward, but in my dream, it was a movie I was watching.

My most recent dream was about someone who read his own obituary in the paper. I couldn't tell you how many people I have warned if you keep reading the obituaries in the newspaper, one day you'll see your own.

In this case, the person was not dead and he was pissed. His answer was simple; he decided to kill his family. They were all ready trying to pass him off for dead after-all.

When I said he wanted to kill them. I mean murder them in a heinous manner that would cause massive amounts of blood to spurt from their bodies into pools at their feet.

Maybe it's just me, but I see nothing wrong with that. Maybe he was dead or laying in a box waiting to be dumped by them. He was totally justified in my opinion, but then again this was my dream.

Dreams are stories that merge into each other with no reason other than to confuse the reader. Believe me, I'm more confused than ever.


This dream was the result of finding out a former patient passed away after a lengthy battle with leukemia. May he rest in peace and let me rest when I sleep.