A new set of dreams suck. This time we escaped that crazy haunted house. Had to crash through a window to do it. Apparently, it's Thanksgiving now. I went to visit dad in jail. That is not a fun feeling to do. And what's less fun is waking up with cuts and bruises from jumping through a window.
These dreams are trying to kill me. If this keeps up, I might just join the club Clint was mentioning the other night.