Nightmare's Blog

It seems everytime I question something, there is a sign. Just today, I am telling the truth, I was listening to my music, a song called "The Wicked End" by Avenged Sevenfold. A line from the son is "We've grown into the number six hundred sixty six." Now an hour later, I go to school to get my resistration form for the new semester and what is the last number on there? 666.00 Okay...odd.

I'm doing caculations for spreadsheets and the last number of the last three entrys are 6. Okay I'm reading too much into this, so  I think, let's get away from numbers. So I go home, I'm looking all over the place for something when I heard a familar bark. My new puppies are in my room, rummaging through my old things. Including my box filled with things I've found throughout the years, things that I believe someone is trying to tell me something, including prayer cards I've found in library books, stones that say "believe", "faith", and "praise." These rocks I've found on sides of the road over the past seven years. They even found my angel tarot cards! The only cards that list the highest angels including Nemesis, Gabriel, and they even found my children's bible. Most of these things survived, but not without some bite marks.

I am freaking out! Is this really a sign?! Has God finally given up on me or something?