Dear journal,
Dreams Dreams I’m poisoned by them.
My last dream took place somewhere in the South - hot, lush, swampy overgrown with voodoo and bizarre. A few of us, I don’t know who, probably the kids from the Doctor’s, we were all of us running around on what seemed to be an ancient burial ground, maybe Indian, only it wasn’t a burial ground - it seemed as if someone had taken a plantation and lifted it up from the foundations until all that was left was the skeleton of home huddled against open field. We took turns exploring the desolate place. We played in the Jacuzzi where that used to be. We tumbled about in the graveyard of what once was a master bedroom. We danced about with spring flowers in the heat surrounded by swamp and the sound of croaking insects, pushing each other down. We began to laugh and all of us couldn’t stop - but then I felt something different. It was a dark presence and I began to slow my laughter. I looked over my shoulder and a man was standing there about 40 feet from us - he was clad in a jet black suit, balding, his back to us. Someone asked in fear who it was. I didn’t know. We moved slowly to the vacant Jacuzzi, holding each other. We were filled with fear. The man stood there with his back to us and I called to him and he still just stood there. After a time, he turned and began to stumble over to us. No one moved. His face was hidden in his chest but his head was clearly bald. He came over to us and stopped, with is back again to us again, 3 feet away. My friends were shaking and making terrible fear sounds and whining and whimpering and somebody threw up and then somebody saw that and began sobbing more and for some reason I felt like I had to touch him and I reached out to his back while I was screaming and sobbing and afraid and I almost touched him I almost had him I wanted him to turn around.
Then, my love woke me up as I was in a cold sweat. She calmed me and I went back to sleep slowly. God is coming for me journal.. I’m sure of it. But I love her as she lies next to me. Pray for me journal I cannot now.///