J O U R N A L :::

December 01, 1999

I've been sleeping in the chair because Amanda is sick. I wake and see shadows in the dining room near the patio door. The first feeling of panic sets in and I blink hard to see if I'm really awake, and I am, and the panic disappears.
I go over to the shadow and ask why can't I see it, then say nevermind, I remember, I didn't want to or I'd be scared. But I reach down and touch it's/her face and the head is triangle shaped and the skin is smooth.
We're talking about war of some sort. It makes me feel bad and she feels this and says they (encompassing all of them) will be trying to help as many as possible try to help us (as many people as possible involved with them). I only nod that I understand.
There was a bit more interaction before it turned into a regular dream, but I don't recall it, only that I woke many times.