Edited Journal Part Three

ENTRY TWENTY THREE:

I woke up. The sleep wasn't all that bad. The dreams are getting better. And I'm sleeping longer. Four and a half hours tonight. That's becoming an average.

Anyways, in my dream I was being chased by some goons in suits. Much like the ones you see in every movie. I managed to steal a bicycle and make it back to my apartment. I knew the goons would be after me soon.

That's when I heard the elevator. I heard it whine and rattle all the way down and back up again. And then the knock on my door. When I didn't answer, they attempted to break it down. The only thing I could think of was to lock myself in the bathroom and try to think of something else.

I heard the door break down and then footsteps move around my apartment before someone realized I was in the bathroom. I made to exit out the window and chance a fall. I heard the door burst open and then there were hands gripping me and pulling me back through. Then I was hit on the back of the head and went out.

The next thing I remember was waking up on a table. It was the same as in my dreams. And the goons were there. With the syringes. They told me that they were going to inject me and make the memories become dreams. The liquid was fire in my veins and arteries. I screamed at the top of my lungs and eventually the fire subsided. And I went to sleep.

And then I woke up, as I said at the first. I was in my beach house. I could hear my wife and kids down stairs getting ready for the outing we had planned for today. I heard her make her way back upstairs and then she came in our bedroom. She asked me if I was going to get ready.

So I got up out of bed. That's when I noticed that I had the scars. The same as if I had been shot. And in all the places that I had dreamt. I asked my wife about them, but she told me that she didn't know how I had gotten them. But, sometimes when I dream I talk in my sleep and have mentioned being shot. Odd neither of us knows anything about it.

Anyways, I got in my swimming trunks and joined the rest of my family out back, ready to go for a good swim. After that, a hearty lunch and maybe a stoll along the beach. The neighbors here are friendly, so we don't worry too much about the kids running too far ahead.

As we wrapped up our morning on the beach the kids and I built a large sand castle. Then a throne to go with it. It's been a fun day. And they seem to be getting better.