The diary entries

21/3/2021

8:25PM

Earlier I fell asleep, drained, sick and lethargic. I saw two great eyes of horrific opening staring down at me from the sky they consumed with their fixed hover and knew they saw my soul, my character, who I once was and maybe whom I shall come to be. My head was heavy against wild grass and to my left I saw a crescent moon, close and mysterious yet cartoony and undefined. What does this vision mean?

A note: I am unsure again as to what form of sleep was in play. I was definitely resting against my jumper, having thrown my pillow away yesterday and so was in position to have a short and early nap. But I can not recall whether or not I was imagining these thoughts while still actually awake but ready to give way to sleep any moment.