Someone keeps making human sacrifices in my dreams. Then I find the bodies, for the most part. It's really gross.
Blackouts keep increasing, but there's something new. I keep drawing this tree. I'm sorry, John, if I've left drawings all over the house. I don't really know what I'm doing it. I don't know what it means.
Also, I'm turning 18 next week. I suppose I need a party.