I was barely awake reading some blog about some thing on some crypto site, maybe this one, or one like it, not sure I was half asleep. Maybe the Lorazepam was kicking in my feet felt numb and my hands started to float. A light came through the window next to me, I didn't challenge it, but I knew it was coming for me.
I yelled out, "Frank?" and I got nothing. I am not sure why I thought Frank came back for me, it was like some kind of instinct. The room went completely pitch black. My monitor flipped back on to some other blog by someone named @Reddust. Reddust had this water color looking painting of Frank Bacon on her page. The painting of Frank turned towards me and said, "What color can you hear?"
"What? What the fuck?! I can't hear color are you on drugs?", I yelled into the monitor. Frank peeled himself out of the computer and water color painting and stood before me in person. He then held out his hand, showed me the pills he had and said, "Come, it's time."
I took the pills again, not because I like taking drugs, but these ones make me feel good and I didn't want to be rude. As we got outside, I saw Frank's ship, I asked, "This way?" Frank told me the pills were going to help because they needed to probe me and I couldn't be awake for it. 
WHITE OUT
I woke up what felt like hours later, maybe it was days or a month, who cares. I woke up not remembering anything about what happened after standing naked in front of that ship. Just this dream of being choked and tied up and told to shut the fuck up. I don't hurt, I don't feel pain, not even from the rope burns.
The street bum standing next to me says, "Put some clothes on asshole!" I turned to him and said, "Fuck you." Then I walked back towards my place. It wasn't til I was completely inside my room before I noticed all the blood on my hands.
"Wait... What's going on?"
Darren
