Log Entry: 202011022350

 

Greetings, reader.

My name is...  I don't know.

You may know me as, anything you like.  I don't talk to myself in third person, so it doesn't really matter.

I am recording this log in the hope that it may find meaning to anyone who may read it.

Perhaps help you, on your own journey.

It's all very confusing.  I can't recall anything from here backwards.  And yet everything seems so familiar.  As if i have been here before.

The first thing I remember is coming to on this planet.  My spaceship had crashed, I assume it's my spaceship, there was noone else around.  I don't know anyone else.

I think i've been spawned...  I know many things, but i don't  know how or why.

For example.  

I'm pretty sure i've been spawned, yet i don't know why i already know what that means, along with having language and other understandings.  It's almost as if there is a force guiding me - sometthing outside myself, driving me.

I found a data pad in my spacecraft's glovebox.  It has THHG2TG on the cover.  Some kind of serial number i guess.  It also has the words "Don't Panic" embossed on the front below the title.

Good advice i guess.

It's strange.  When i sleep, i have these vivid dreams, like i am in someone else's dream.  Dreams of a world like mine, and yet so very different.  So very complex.

They seem, almost.. real.  They have to be real, somehow.  I think this is so, because THHG2TG datapad downloads stories to me every so often, information, that seems to make sense of the dreams i have.

 It's getting dark now, and my energy packs are getting low.

I built a small shack.  I will shelter there, and see what the next day brings.

Logging off: 202011030035.