Have to post this
31 Oct 2021Iridium Nova
They don't know. I talk to the guest in my dreams now. It calls itself Omega. Maybe someone else gave it that name. It wants them to know about it's creators, how they hate each other but still created life together. It wants me to talk for it but the drugs are making it hard. I'm writing this to organize my thoughts, the way I do lately. Omega says I'm wasting time. Omega still doesn't understand human brains. Something is happening to me and Omega is afraid of it. It thinks the doctors made it happen and are trying to kill me. I told it they are trying to save me but they don't understand. Omega will try to go easy on me because it wants to work with us but a growing boy has to eat. It can't sleep now, or ever, because it's inside me where I am attacking it. I don't mean to but it happens anyway so it has to fight back and eat. Always eating. But there is another way. I just need the doctors to listen. Stop the drugs, sleep is here now