Two years gone

I fell back asleep. Like hitting the snooze alarm.

That’s how dreams work, you know. You shoot awake, grasping desperately at your sheets. Then as quickly as the realization of safety sinks in, the memory of terror fades away. By lunch, you can’t even recall the details of the dream.

In this case, the details are still clear to me। It was the urgency that faded.

Until last night.

I saw it. I saw the whole thing. The blood, the horror. In my dream, I crawled on my hands and knees away from the gunfire and hid behind the bumper of a car. And watched it all unfold.

That sent me here. To the madman’s website. That’s where the message was waiting.

Conscious dreaming.

Do those words mean anything to you?