Entry Two:


    I didn’t have the nightmare, so good for me.


    I have this nightmare every so often.


    It’s either very frequent or very infrequent.


    Sometimes It’ll come for days on end, and then suddenly it stops and doesn’t appear for awhile.


    I’ve been having this nightmare for about, hmm, I don’t remember. Just a long time, as long as I can remember I’ve had it.


    The really scary part is I don’t remember what happens during it.


    I just wake up, drenched in my own sweat, breathing hard like I just ran a marathon, shivering like I just walk into the antarctic, and that''s not even the worse part, no the worse part is this  horrible sense of foreboding, that something absolutely, and incredibly awful thing is about to happen.


    Just thinking about the feeling, turns my stomach into knots.This content has been misappropriated from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    I’ve thought about going to see a doctor or somebody about it, but I’m not sure what I would say if I did go.


    Funny, how I’m more scared of awkwardness of going to doctor and not knowing what to say, than I am of my infrequent nightmares.


    But onto the rest of my day.


    Woke up feeling like I always do when I get up. Sluggish and tired, I’m not much of a morning person, but I got up and went on with my morning.


    Took care of my daily needs, ate some toast and cereal, then went to work.


    Work went smoothly today, no incidents or problems. Pretty boring actually, but I didn’t mind It was nice for it to be quiet for a while.


    After work I did some light jogging till It got dark.


    I don’t mind jogging, It’s the only thing I do for a workout, but sometimes when I’m jogging by myself, I have a couple friends who’ll come jogging sometimes but they’re irregular at best about coming so usually they just end up strolling, I''ll feel like I''m being watched.


    Anyway I got this feeling of being watched today, especially once I got close to the woods. But I really hope I just imagined it though.


    I tried my best to ignore it, but eventually I cut my jog short today before It could get dark.


    I didn’t help though, even when I got home I could still feel something watch me as I got inside. I really hope it was just a dog or something.


    I managed to take my mind off it though with some Netflixs and ice cream, but I’m still writing it down so I guess it’s still bothering me, right?


    I about to head to bed now, but first I’m going to double check the locks on the door and windows, maybe put a chair under the knob.