Broadway?

A wild, carnival like weekend with girl friends in Nashville, and sleep's been elusive—just 5 hours of sleep since Sunday. There's a sense of something on the horizon, a hint of anticipation in the air. Ever feel that unease about the unknown? That's what's been nagging at me. My dreams have taken on a strange intensity, as if they're nudging me to get ready for... something. But what? It's an odd sensation, like a quiet whisper of the uncanny. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to prepare when I can’t even sleep or eat for that matter.

"It all began on Broadway during a full moon weekend. The atmosphere felt different from the countless times I'd been there before. After visiting a few bars, I discovered a small cut on my leg, yet it was bleeding an unusual amount. It was strange since I'd only had one beer—definitely not enough to explain the bleeding. We joked about a 'sacrifice' on Broadway under the full moon, as the blood was enough to splatter and ruin both my Lucchese boots (still crying real tears over that loss—if you know, you know). By the way, if anyone has tips on getting blood out of leather without damaging it, please let me know.

After the 'sacrificial' incident, things started to get WILD. Doors flew off their hinges—not once, but twice. Random strangers tried to 'sweep me off my feet' (Thanks, Karen! But I'm not interested in men right now; it never ends well, or they never call back). Then came the strange dreams. There's a man or boy, whom I know in real life, in my dreams talking about the letter 'x,' but I don't understand. We're at some formal event, and he keeps looking for me while I hide and observe the girls he talks to. It's very bizarre. I'm not sure if we're in a zoo, circus, carnival, or some fantasy land. Until I figure it all out... see you soon, Broadway.

-XOXO