Well, I'm back in.....well, reality...

So I'm out. Turns out the time in wherever I was is all wrong, as it's been several weeks in reality compared to what felt like a few hours in that place.
So, After sailing from the island, I came across another one: One with bones embedded in it. I wandered it, found a door with a ladder leading down, and decided to follow it.

At the bottom was a large maze, the walls embedded with bones, like the catacombs in France. I wandered around for a bit, until I saw something move. It was small and scurrying around. It was some sort of spider, amide of bones.  Then there were more. Everywhere, on every inch of the walls. And then there was a man, tall, old, wearing black, with his eyes sewn shut. Creepy as hell. I began running, until I came across the guy with white hair from  earlier. He seemed surprised to see me. I ran towards him, hoping to lose the guy chasing me, but then he came around the corner. White Hair said one word, "Dormouse", before grabbing my wrist, turning,and running.

From what I remember, he had opened up a door,and then boom: We were in some hotel room somewhere. Right now, he's at the toilet, coughing up blood.

I'll try to keep updating.

Hello again.

Hello again. I know I just posted about an hour ago, but new stuff happened.

So I was wondering around the city, obviously. I've mentioned how this city loops and such, right? Well, turns out after a while, it loops to elsewhere, not just the city.

So, anyways, after walking for what feels like an hour (I'm not entirely sure, my iPhone doesn't tell the time here. However, it still gets WIFI. It's strange), I came across a beach. The beach was huge, in every which way, and the sand was black. There were dark clouds up ahead, storming. At the shore of the beach was a little boat. You know, a small wooden row boat. For some odd reason, I felt compelled to get in.

I sailed upon the water for a little while, just watching the sky. It was a storm, but it seemed calm and tranquil at the same time.
Anyhow, after a while of sailing, I came upon a large island mountain. Upon it sat a man, larger than life. He was quite literally a giant. I recognized him as the one from my dreams, however he was slightly different. Instead of his suit, he simply wore his turban, his sash, and his pants. The sash he worse draped down all the way around the mountain, wrapped around it. Over his eyes, he wore a blindfold, with some sort of butterfly painted on in gold, with a gold star to either side.

As I approached, he once again asked "Who are you?"

This is how I replied: "Well, why don't you tell  me? You seem to know, and clearly, I do not. So why don't you just tell me who the bloody hell I am, huh?"

He just smiled at me, and took a smoke from his pipe. He then looked down at me and said "You just need to find out for yourself. Only you can find out for yourself. Only you."

And with that, he turned into a cloud of smoke, and vanished.

Now I'm back on the boat, sailing away to who knows where.

Apparently, I get wifi everywhere in this reality.

This bleeding city...

Hello. Its me again. I'm still in this city. 

This city is quite odd. It seems to loop around, and change. I know, it sounds strange, but its true.

Have you ever read "House of Leaves"? Its sort of like that. Except, instead of a House, it's a city.

Also, I don't think I'm alone. Yesterday(?) I think I saw a man with blonde hair and a white trench-coat.

Oh well, thats all for now.

I've been kidnapped!

Yeah.
Some freak with white hair abducted me!
Who does that?

And not only that, he just abandons me in the middle of some huge ass city?!? I have no idea where I am, and there is no one around for miles! I mean bleeding hell.

I'm not entirely sure how I get wi-fi, as I don't get phone reception....and my e-mail isn't working well.

I guess I'll just post again if anything nee happens. Assuming I don't get killed.

The dreams again...

Its getting.....well, worse isn't the right word. I guess "progressing" is a more apt term?

In the dreams, I've until now woken up when I enter the tent. Now, I'm not. Well, not right away. I walk for what seems like ages in the dark tent, surrounded by the blue mist, until I see something in the distance. It appears to be the pedestal that a ringmaster would stand on. Its round, and red, and has a star in the center. As I move closer, there appears to be a man sitting on it. He is dressed nicely, like a ringmaster, albeit he's wearing grays and blues, as opposed to the reds and yellows one would expect. He has silver hair that hangs down to his shoulders, and is wearing a grey masquerade mask. On his head, instead of a top hat, there is a blue scarf, wrapped like a turban, draping down around him and the pedestal.
At this point, he turns and looks at me. He's smoking a pipe, or a vapor pen, or something similar. Exactly what he's smoking changes each time. What stays the same is that the blue mist is emanating from it.
By this time I have reached him, and he just stares at me, taking puffs from his device. The scarf begins to move, and wrap around me, enveloping me in a pod, or cocoon, of wool. Before it's covered my head, he says to me "Who are you Alice?"
 Then I wake up.

Aside from this, nothing's happened.

A post, thats long overdue, yet its not

I haven't posted a lot, have I?
No, I guess not.
Well, its not like theres anything interesting to post. I have a life to lead, even if its not quite my life that I'm living.
Yes, that is a theory of mine.
And I have evidence to back it up, sort of. Everyone I know, or that my memories know, say I've been "different" lately, "off" even. A few of my friends say I look more attractive than usual, and others say my personality is a little bent.

So, its safe to say I don't think I'm just overreacting to dreams.
I'll post again if anything interesting happens.

And by the way, I'm still having that dream, if you want to know, whoever you are. Because apparently people read this.

Hello, I'm Alice

sorry for the random, vague post yesterday.

First things first. My name, from what I remember, is Alice Coppen. Though as I've former;y mentioned, I'm not quite sure if its true. I'm 16, living in England, long orange hair, and grey eyes. I've always hated these bloody eyes. Grey. Its such a dull color. People say that it's a nice color, but I think that's total pants.

Anyways, that's pretty much it. Like I said, I don't trust my memories anymore.