OutsiderLog: 04 Jan 1999 c.e.

Yes, of course I remember my first visit to the Patio. No, I was definitely *not* prepared for the surprises that awaited me there.
No, I am no longer a stranger to those whose eyes cast knowing glances of recognition which I met with my sharpest, most untrusting glare even though I sensed they wished no harm. What else was I to do? The feeling was disconcerting, to say the least... an odd, off-kilter, out-of-synch sensation attached itself to my perception and I could not place where I had seen any of them before, of even *what* I had seen before, although I knew absolutely that something had, well, something else, somewhere having to do with this... before.
*Of course* I can substantiate these statements *now*.
Excuse me, but before I answer any more of your questions, Vic asked me to give you this. It's okay, it's just a little gift to commemorate your trip. It's coal... his best - hand-picked myself this morning.
May I have some water for my gargoyle, please? Thank you. My name? Well, that depends on who you ask. My real name is Lily, but why don't you just call me... Dusty...
Dusty ...Graves. Yes, that will do. All finished, dear? Okay.
Well, thank you, we've got to go. Yes, of course we'll be back. Oh, don't worry about being barged in on, or about being shy. You've got nothing to hide by now, you know. You do know that, right? We've had our eye on you for quite some time now; we've pretty much seen all there is to see. Besides, you're going to find yourself with a lot more company in the future, anyway.
Don't worry, you get used to it. Well, ta ta. !POP!

I awoke sitting straight up in bed, but I don't remember opening my eyes. I just all of a sudden remember them open. All of a sudden being aware of the corner of the room a little flickering image of a greasy man and a dog wearing a cook's hat touted the amazing food you, too, could prepare with just five minutes and some whiz-jiz gadget absolutely no one could do without, since every one was individually tested by specially trained technicians from the power company and came with a moneyback guarantee. Free coal to the first fifty callers. What did he just...? Huh? Oh, an infomercial. Jeez, the dream seemed so real. What was it about? Can I have some water for my gargoyle? GOD I need a life. Now I'm dreaming about gargoyles. I wonder what the dream manuals have to say about thirsty gargoyles . (in the corner the little man on tv was waving as credits rolled past his face and over the dog... "and don't forget to tell 'em Dusty sent ya! Say 'bye' Coalboy!"
Hey, that dog looks familiar...
Then I noticed splattered water, and the little bowl under the window. Looking down I opened my hand and sat looking - just looking - at the black smudges on my fingers. No way. No fuckin' way.
I turned on the light. I think I better get up.

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