New layout and my sucky life

First take a moment to embrace a less dark, much prettier view in front of you. I like it. Much less oppressive.

Now listen to me moan about my life. Firstly my Grandad. He's ill, has been in NNUH for a week or two now. Fucking hates it there. The nurses are mean to him and he always looks so forlorn and uncomfortable when we visit him. I've offered to stab any mean nurses in the face, he laughed it off. I was serious.

Supernatural dream

I was in a dungeon fighting against my friend Alex who was possessed. I was told by Dean Winchester that I had to stab her with the knife then cut off a body part to kill her. My cat, Powder, was also helping her. I'd have to kill my cat too.

After a bit of a fight I stabbed Alex in the head then cut off her arm. I was crying, that was my friend.

I then had to get on a train. I was standing on the plat form and tried to buy a ticket when the train turned up. I was told that the train was full and I couldn't buy a ticket. Loads of people I was told me it was okay. So we had to wait for the next train. It was a cold day and although I had my coat on I had no gloves.

Dean was still there, he was wearing stripy gloves. He held my hands.

Train then turned up and I went to mum's to repair the relationship with my cat who'd come back to life.

My funeral...

I had a quick disturbing dream about going to my wake before I'd even died. I had some sort of terminal illness that said I'd die on a particular date. It wasn't like cancer or anything. I felt fine. I decided to invite anyone I'd even been friends with to my party. There were a lot of old school friends there and there was a wall where they could post farewell message to me.

I went to look at the wall, there were only one or two things there. One said:

"I love you - Tom."

I knew who it was and in real life I haven't spoken to this guy since highschool and even then we weren't really friends.

That set me off. I went to speak to Ben telling him that this couldn't be real and that I felt fine so how could I die the next day. I've never felt so heart broken in my life. I didn't want to leave these fantastic people. I didn't want to leave Ben.

I hugged Tom, didn't need to say I wasn't interested. It didn't really matter, I loved Ben and I was about to die.

The next day, I didn't die...

More Sylar

This is only vague and was a few days ago but I remember waking up and feeling quite happy about it. I was at Heathrow airport just sitting around waiting for a plane when Sylar came and sat next to me. I was surprised that he was being so pleasant and he asked me if I wanted to go for a coffee. We went out and sat outside this cafe.

Laura Anderson, a friend from years and years ago who I probably wouldn't recognise now, served us.