Goddamn you, David. I wish you were here. Or Thomas or Mary or...someone. Deirdre's news that these bastards know who I am and where I live just makes the dreams I had last night seem even scarier. My dreams almost always warn me about things that might or do happen to other people. Sure I am sometimes involved, but only as an accessory. That's the first time I've ever had a dream of that nature and it was only about me.
I have no way of comprehending what it means or what's coming either. Surely Father Alvarez isn't that much of a threat.