The real world.

I have taken my time wandering around before returning back to my prison, making sure I had everything under cover before Doctor had left for another night. Diary, I think this is the start of a new life, a double life I have to say.
I am slowly loosing these nightmares I had seen before, but they still come every other night when it is least expected. Then again, it always is.

I was running into the streets, car lights everywhere but I managed to dodge them. I felt as light as a feather before feeling heavy and suddenly stopping in front of a man in a navy blue uniform. He looked like the police men from before around the Asylum, only I felt my heart race in such an odd way. He looked familiar before he called out to me, questioning me something but I couldn't hear him. Instead of responding, I ran for the streets again. What felt like hours later, I found myself staring down at my unfamiliar body, taking in a brief scan before looking back up, no...more like pouncing ahead at a figure. Only seconds later have I seen blood, not theirs, but mine. It was a painful feeling while looking at my wound and the now dead body, the crimson river of blood dropped on their pale face as I continued to hunch over them. So young yet they looked about mid age, a male. I suddenly noticed what I have done after that. A knife plunged deep with in their chest in the area of where their stiff heart use to beat. Seconds flew by like a bird in flight, I raced back down into the darkness of the forest, stopping at the door out of many with in the Asylum. A man in a white lab coat sat, resting on his head his table filled with what looked like experiments and potions like one sees in old monster lab movies. The sound of the dropping blood was only heard as I stretched my hand out towards them, inching closer before disappearing right after he woke up, startled with the chilly feeling of my hand that brushed ever so lightly on his back.
Darkness filled my eyes before I woke up, sweating and panting as if I had too ran for miles around, only to find my old body leaned against the cold cement of my wall.

Diary, what a horrible nightmare that was, but I think it is trying to tell me something. If I'm not what I see myself in these dreams, then what am I? I don't think my name is what it really is, but I don't know what it is either. Slowly it will come, I know, but I hope soon enough before anyone finds out.
I will update soon, my diary.
Wait for me...