Tuesday, June 25, 2002
I had a nightmare the night before. A very bad one. I was so depressed after it I could not even get myself to move. Maybe another demon has been lurking around. I would not be surprised. Those blasted things have nothing better to do than to bother us. I was half-asleep when you got up and went back into the living room. For some reason I remember hearing you talking about your experience to the people in the living room, but I know I was not fully awake. I just remember it being really dark and I could see a picture of what was going on in the room. I am sure it will go away.
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