My dream self continued to resist sleep. Started having hallucinations of a tattooed guy in a corn field. The field is a common theme in my dreaming dreams. Not sure what it means. Maybe I should check into the symbolism. Or maybe not. Not sure I want to know.
Anyway, Samson convinced me to take him into town. Almost wrecked the truck because I could barely keep my eyes open. We went to the Templar lodge, or whatever it's called, looking for info. Those guys were as tight lipped as they come. We got exactly nothing, and walked away with a feeling like there was definitely something there. We just didn't find it.
Back at camp, I took an ice bath to try and stay awake. Gabe found me. Somehow he has kept up the ruse of his broken arm. But he carried me to his mother's trailer. And, yeah. Ruthie and me, we got a thing going. And she totally used her influence to make me finally give in to sleep. Even though I resisted, and tried to tell her how bad it is. Not just seeing Scudder. But the corn field, the running, always running.
I never seem to stop running. I know these dreams within dreams are trying to tell me something, but I have no idea what that is. I just wake up exhausted.