I should have known. Fuck those dreams. Fuck everything. Not even my dream self or whatever I am gets to keep her dad. He's dead. I had to lose him all over again.
They say dreams mirror moments in your life. I guess they were right. We dream about what. I guess I know death too well.
Dean I finally got a gift from one of my dreams. I stole it from someone named "Uncle John" or at least that is what I called him. He wasn't really family, but all of us were kind of a makeshift family there I guess. It has some symbols on it. Since you've been doing the dream thing longerm, maybe you know more about it.