Nightmares and fever dreams

I've had a strange bout of insomnia and strange dreamy things as of late. I keep having dreams I can't remember that I wake up in cold sweats and starts from and up until now I had no idea why this was happening. I'd end up simply watching infomercials and stalking blogs in the wee hours of the morning.

Well something strange happened...

I was heading out to meet up with Melissa for ice cream at midnight when I walked passed Central Park. I glanced over at it. The leaves are rouging themselves up and its all very lovely looking when I noticed that distinct  elongated silhouette amongst the trees.

The faceless one's presence does not affect me like normal humans because I am not human nor am I that normal. My mind is structured in a way that it cannot just burrow in. This does not mean I'm not susceptible to its disturbing ways of twisting perceptions though. We usually view each-other as simply two entities cohabiting the same realm. We do not want the same things and therefore we do not usually clash.

I felt it reach out and touch the edge of my mind and it pulled forth a memory. The memory of the dream I've been having the past couple days. I took a moment to collect myself and by the time I focused back on where it had been it was gone. 

Said nightmare is strange. Its cloudy and hard to perceive...

I'm young again. My legs are short. I'm fast though despite this. I'm running along an enclosed and black place heading for a single luminous light. I can see the yellow and golden light hitting a few structures but I can't make them out. As I run I feel my legs rush against foliage and rocks. Sometimes I stumble but I keep going. I have to. And then I start feeling the nails. The nails dig into me. It feels like hundreds of hands scraping and scratching against me with thier nails. Tearing at my skin and my clothes. I can't stop though. I have to keep running. I have to. They slow me down but I managed to get to the light. Its bright and bewildering and I turn away from it and look back and then...

I can't remember.

I can't.

It was horrifying though whatever I saw. So much so I can't remember it and even the remnants of the terror I felt then wake me and tear me from sleep.

I hope I can remember that... It brings up some things I have not addressed. I don't remember most of my childhood nor how my species became so small in population.

I think I'll try and figure these out soon, as well as why the faceless one went out of its way to stir up this dream or memory.

I'm sure things will fall into place as time goes on.

As always, carry on.

XOXO

Cryptic Frustration

Well well well, looks like we've got some cryptic and frustrating fun going on here...

Here is the original coded message in Base 64:
SiBzZmMgdGggYXB3LiBKIHFwcyB2dSBhbWouIFQga3ZtbCB0YWNzbm4gYW9iIGx6eSB4aW1qIHNz
bnMgbXogZnpreSBmY2ltIGV2ZXB1aGYgZXZyIHhvc2pvLgoKVyBubiB0aWMgZW1lYm51IG1xIGh1
ZiBzZmpxIHJydHRzc25odm9nIHN5bnMuIFYgYm0gdWZwIGFybm9zdyB2c3JxZXMgbXEgaHVmIGxw
cWUgYm5uZXQgbXEgaHVmIGhwcHlzcSBkaGpqb2ZybyBvZyBabHBsbW9vLiAKClJwb2VqbmggY2xx
dSBwdGljYyB6dm5iIGdwemEgeWptYyBxZWlzZ2lvZSB6aWUgdGljanRidHSSIGZtY2R2IHFwd28g
bWZoIHR2bG1jZWcgbm9kIHNjZ3N5am5oIGd5IGh1ZiBmZmN3d2FoIG9nIG1mZiB5anZmcSBwbGdm
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LCBwanJzIHNmeWNxdWpuaCwgY2dzZSBuYWVicGJyZSBrZmNhc2UuCgpKIHdqancgdm53ZSBqci4g
VCBrdm1sIGl5Z3MgZ2lhdSBkd2NqZnIuIFVmbGggc21veGNjIGh1YnQgZ2p6a3JzdGljd3d5enRp
Y3d3eXp0aWN3d3l6dGl5ZXV2c2ySdGZwb2V1CgpUaWN3d3l6bGZ5b2dncGJiemp6Ym90aWN3d3l6
bGZ5b2dncGJiemp6Ym8KCldmIHV0enkgaWF3YyB6aWUgQ2Fjd3djYS4gSiB3amp3IHZud2Ugbncg
TW9vemxwbC4KCkpjaCB4aW1qIHNzbnMgbXogYWNtLiBMcHUgeGd3eiB4b294IGtqIGJubmUsIGJs
byBtYnYgd2pqdyB5YXB3IGpyIGhzeW0uCgoKSG93IGN1cmlvdXMuIEkgY2FuIGhlYXIgdGhlaXIg
Y3JpZXMgYXMgdGhpcyBvbmUgcnVucyB0aGVpciBmaW5nZXJ0aXBzIG92ZXIgbXkgcGV0YWxzLgoK
VGhpcyBvbmUgaXMgYSBzdHJhbmdlIG9uZS4KCkkgY2FuIGhlYXIgdGhpcyBvbmUgYmVnZ2luZyBu
b3cuIEkgY2FuIGhlYXIgYSBwYXJ0IG9mIHRoZW0gc3RydWdnbGluZzoKCgpQbGVhc2VoZWxwbWUK
U29tZW9uZSBwbGVhc2VzdG9wbWUKCkl0aHVydHNpdHNkaWdnaW5naW5pdHNjbGF3cwoKSZJtYmxp
bmQKCkZpbmR0aGVrZXl0b215c2lnaHQK

And here it is decoded:


J sfc th apw. J qps vu amj. T kvml tacsnn aob lzy ximj ssns mz fzky fcim evepuhf evr xosjo.


W nn tic emebnu mq huf sfjq rrttssnhvog syns. V bm ufp arnosw vsrqes mq huf lpqe bnnet mq huf hppysq dhjjofro og Zlplmoo. 


Rpoejnh clqu pticc zvnb gpza yjmc qeisgioe zie ticjtbtt’ fmcdv qpwo mfh tvlmceg nod scgsyjnh gy huf ffcwwah og mff yjvfq plgfnegyu.


V bm ufp ubmdfl pmre pbplgvue. Ufp sifr xyyrrsioe, pjrs sfycqujnh, cgse naebpbre kfcase.


J wjjw vnwe jr. T kvml iygs giau dwcjfr. Uflh smoxcc hubt gjzkrsticwwyzticwwyzticwwyztiyeuvsl’tfpoeu


Ticwwyzlfyoggpbbzjzboticwwyzlfyoggpbbzjzbo


Wf utzy iawc zie Cacwwca. J wjjw vnwe nw Moozlpl.


Jch ximj ssns mz acm. Lpu xgwz xoox kj bnne, blo mbv wjjw yapw jr hsym.




How curious. I can hear their cries as this one runs their fingertips over my petals.


This one is a strange one.


I can hear this one begging now. I can hear a part of them struggling:




Pleasehelpme
Someone pleasestopme


Ithurtsitsdigginginitsclaws


I’mblind


Findthekeytomysight


Well... that is certainly unsettling. I believe a certain other blog got a similar post like this...
It looks like I will have to get in contact with them.