These dreams...

I am taking this chance to write down what I saw last night. I had found a secret hole in one of the many walls in my room, and fortunately, it was behind the edge of my bed.
No wonder why I always felt so cold at night.

I have noticed the police have surrounded the area where the water greeted the land, pulling a rather disfigured body out. Just like my dream had foretold, someone had drowned, and I am guessing it much have been a sudden stop of the heart pulse. Luckily, I have taken the advantage of the darkness to sneak my way up at the video camera with my computer desk to pull a red line from behind the camera. So far it has came to my luck that it would be down for a few hours before the doctor notices. For now, I take my time to write a new page, my diary.

How much longer do I have to wait this out? Can it be that what the tea is doing to my dreams has allowed it to become a reality to the unsuspecting individuals that have roamed around this location? I can't stop these dreams, but for once, I must refuse the tea in order to test this out. I fear that I may be thirsty for quite a while, but to know one thing we must sacrifice another, and that is my hunger.

Until a next time, diary, I will write down the newest report. My report...