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Ain't none of my dreams been pretty, but this last one was interesting. I told Carl the story about how my mom died, set herself on fire smoking in bed. He told me he shot his mom, ended it before she turned. We got cornered by a lone walker, put it down and it had a knife stuck in its throat. Turned out it was Carol's knife. I sulked off alone, feeling bad for my friend who deserved better, right, and I kicked in a door, and there she was/ Alive, barely. Ain't sure how she survived, but she's a hell of a fighter. I carried her back to where we're living, but that's when I woke up.

I haven't had any weird dreams for a while. No more ghost sightings either. Maybe I'm done with the whole thing.

Bad timing to have gone sober. I could really use a drink about now.