I dream I'm running. Black leaves crunch under my feet. I fall. I get up. But there's a crowd.
I see in it faces, faces I used to know. Faces of the dead. But one of them is missing. Then I realise two are missing. One wears a camouflage coat. The other is obscured with a blinding light.
I can't stare at the light. It knows what I did.
I woke up with bruises on my arms and dirt on my hands.
The latest Graham threat? "DON'T BE NEAR RADIOS". These are getting weirder and weirder.
