The Underground

Well, it seems I haven't had very many people on here. There seems no reason for me to keep writing. I have no real need of remembering most of my adventures, so I don't even need a physical journal. I will be going underground for awhile. I don't know how long. When something else major happens, or when I get more viewers, I'll come back.

So if you are one of the few who has been watching my travels, and you would like to see more again, please direct some people to my older posts. I don't want my time here to feel like a waste. I do have other things to do with my few hours here.

Success!

I managed not to fall asleep last night! I stayed here the whole time! I'm tired though, so I'll keep this post short.

So where was I? Oh yeah, that stupid wolf. That thing supplied me with food for a month and some clothes. After that fight, and the initial few days of trying to recover from the cold and exertion (I don't care if I spelled that wrong), that winter wasn't really so bad. I had a wolf skin cloak going, and I had plenty of good meat (meaning the organs as well). At one point there were even some young helots who wanted revenge or something; wanted to rebel. I was, um... scouting a nearby little village of their's and over heard them. I decided to intervene for the sake of Sparta. That wolf cloak was died red from that night onward. I was feeling the power of a warrior. I felt ready for anything.

But right now, I don't. I just want to sleep. But I'm afraid if I do, I'll go somewhere else again. I saw something on lucid dreaming (a dream where you know you're dreaming, and strange things can happen), so I'll be reading more of that. Maybe I can find an answer to this. And stop it...