Mister Sandman Bring Me a Dream

Another follower?
Hi Lucia Cat.
Maybe we're secretly related.

Sorry, that wasn't funny, was it?

So I got a dream catcher.
It seemed to help.
The real proof that it worked was when I had to go a week without it.
Had to sleep in the basement while family visited.
Had horrible dreams.
Our mutual tall friend and his buddy the Rake featured heavily.
The dreams stopped when I got my dream catcher back.
I take that to mean that they really are just dreams.
Since I don't think a dream catcher would keep away the bad things away.
Just the bad dreams.

So yeah.
Nothing really new.

Except I'm back at school now.
In the city.
Away from forests and trees and even little bushes.
It's nice.
It makes me feel safe.

Sweet Dreams are made of these

It's been a while.
I've alway had nightmares.
They're really nothing new.
But recently our mutual tall friend has been making appearances in them.
I haven't seen him in my dreams
But I know he's there.

I don't think it's connected to real life in any way.
I'm still pretty clear on that front.
I think it's just a side-effect of reading about him so much.

I spend hours reading the blogs and following the stories.
It takes a toll on a person's psyche.

Which I guess brings us to the next point:
He exists because you think about him. Now stop thinking about him.
They say that thinking about him or even just knowing about him draws him to you.
I think that's a bit exaggerated.
It might make you more vulnerable
But I don't think that alone is enough to screw you over.
There are so many people who've been exposed at this point (oh the beauty of the internet) that there's really no way he could target everyone who knows about him.
That's like believing God just watches what you do every second of every day.
He doesn't have time for that shit.

No, I'm not saying Slender Man is a god.
But we'll touch on that later I guess.

This was more just to check in and say hey.
And talk about my dreams.

Until next time,
~Kat~

I do believe in faeries

So apparently people read this now.
Hi Shaun. We seem to have completely opposite goals but, uh, good luck with that "intentionally getting stalked" thing...

And on that note.
How the hell have I been staying off this thing's radar?
I really don't know.
I tell myself I'm just not important.
I mean, if I'm not important to him, why would he come after me?
I really believe that ideas give things power.
And that the Slender Man is shaped by ideas. (more details later)
So if I keep telling myself I'm not important.
And that he wouldn't be interested in me.
Maybe it keeps being true?

I also have religious symbols I believe protect me.
I wear an ankh.
I've been wearing it for years.
Since before I knew about all this shit.
I believe it protects me.
I also got a tattoo.
It's an ankh flanked by the two eyes of Horus.
They are protective symbols and to me they represent the eyes of the gods, watching over me and protecting me from evil.
I've also got sandalwood mala beads that I wear for protection.

I don't know that any of these things really have an impact on the supernatural horrors that stalk this earth.
But I tell myself they do.
And I tell myself that makes a difference.

I'm the Doctor, I'm here to help

So I'm not gonna be one of those people who just talks about our mutual tall friend and theories and such.
Because anything I could say you've probably heard a thousand times over from people much more knowledgable than me.
I don't really know what I'm going to talk about here...

I might talk about what I've been doing to stay off his radar for so long.
Not sure.

I mostly figured it would be polite to be a little less anonymous to the people I've been talking to.

I've Heard It Said

That people come into our lives for a reason.

So I guess I should say something about myself, huh?
I became aware of our mutual tall friend a few years ago.
Someone mentioned him on the internet.
And I've always been into scary things.
So I took a look.

I watched them create him on the Something Awful forum.
Then I watched Marble Hornets.
Then I was hooked.

I've always loved being scared and the Slender Man meme was just so damn good at that.
But the more I read the more I realized... this wasn't just a meme.
Sure, some of you are just making shit up to play off the general chaos and paranoia of the internet, but the rest of you...
The rest of you are actually fighting for your lives against this thing.
I realized that this thing must actually exist.
Even those of you that are lying are still giving it power.

I've been blessed enough to not be haunted by this thing or his Happy Tree Friends.
I didn't even know about those things until recently.
I don't know why I've been safe, but I believe everything happens for a reason.

I've been "studying" this thing since late 2009.
I've read enough of the blogs to understand what helps and what doesn't.
Everyone's account differs.
And sometimes it's hard to tell fact from fiction.
But I'm done sitting idly by and watching you all struggle.
I've been safe from these things and I plan to make the most of that gift.
I'm going to do the best I can to help.
And hope I manage to avoid drawing... unwanted attention to myself.

Until next time.
~Kat~

I have a blog now

Blogs are cool.
Apparently.
I used to have, like, seven.
Back in middle school. When I thought blogs were cool.
I probably won't write too much.
But I'm kind of creeping on a lot of people's blogs.
So I thought they might want to know something about me.
First thing you should know about me:
I have a blog. Blogs are cool.