The Dream...I'm running through Wenatchee, well, what once was Wenatchee. My feet are bleeding but all I can think about is him, thats all I ever refered to him as. I run into friends, screaming "please dont let him get me". But somethings wrong, they dont see me. I scream again, thick red liquid running down my face. Still, nothing happens. "Fuck them" I mummble and then continue sprinting. I run...