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~