It has been 2 months since my last dream. I begged and pleaded with God for just one dream that might help me understand what Gwen had told me about David’s death.

Meanwhile my life outside of my dreams, in the real world, slowly but surely was crumbling to nothing. I stopped going places with my friends, and my homework? Why bother. All I would do is isolate myself in my room and focus on dreaming.

Up until 4 days ago. When i recieved a threatening letter in the mail. The letters were cut out of newspapers and magazines. It read

NeVeR SPeaK To DaVId AgaiN OR i WiLl KiLl yOu

There was no return address, obviously, so it had to of been hand delivered. Which made me think to ask my neighbors to see if they had seen anyone come up to my mail box.