Slipping...

It's happening more and more often. I'm connecting with the god damn character too much, either that or I'm losing it. Whatever feeble grip on reality I've been able to convince myself I have. It's been happening more frequently, the dizzy spells, headaches. visions. hallucinations. It's as if something I've been trying to let out is forcing itself around through the edges of my consciousness. What do the images mean, strange brightly colored scrawl in a language I can't understand. Children crying. Ghosts visible as if they were truly there, opening and closing doors in an empty house. The doorways shaking, like something is trying to come through. And I don't know if it's him. I woke up drenched in sweat, my fight of fight responses firing like a six cylinder motor, pumping my blood full of adrenaline. I saw only white walls and assumed the worst, the CDC was finally disposing of me for what I knew. It took a further two minutes for me to realize I was awake in my own bed, safe from any fictional conspiracy. I don't know if this is simply an extreme form of separation anxiety or something far more sinister, all I know is thin; I'm starting to slip.