(Unable to purchase or make a journal himself, Yury often writes on pieces of paper, usually on books lying around. This time, he attempts to calm himself down after a nightmare by writing a dream log behind a recipe for shepard's pie. It is nailed onto the wall firmly the next morning so that Yury may not see the inane scribbles, and only the recipe.) I had another nightmare. When will it stop? I was in the forest again. 2 years ago. system. i remember it all. on a communications check. inspecting a fallen satellite. Smoldering ruins. a tower of smoke. then the dream cut like a scene from a TV show. I wasn't breathing the crisp forest air anymore. it smelled like sap. strong sap. On a table made of reeds. I saw them. those damn FUcking FLORAN S. they smiled at me. Beady eyes. dripping tongues. Friends had no skin. Hanging from walls. i screamed. i made no noise. they began to eat me. my legs first. my arms. they consumed me. all of me. with that FloraN smile on their faces. I wish i could never sleep.
the miniknog can never find me the miniknog can n ever find me the miniknog can never find me the miniknog can never find me. big ape can kiss my hairy rebel ass [The rest of this dream log is continued on a leftover receipt from his recent and most likely last order of 1000 empty jam jars.] the miniknog were in this dream. it was all white. the rooms were all white. gleaming white. they were drilling my skull. they installed a chip and then closed me up. i was numb the whole time. it smelled lik e bananas. i was screaming my lungs out but never heard it. these days all i want is peace. i wish hiding out was easy. i want to forget about my days as a rebel. hell i would go right up to the head of that ministry and beg forgiveness. i just want peace. maybe start a family. anything to blend in and be forgotten. mud was my ticket to a long and rewarding life, and i blew it. some days i wish i could just grab my gun, and shoot them. shoot them all. so they can shoot me. and then i can be forgotten. alone. quiet. floating [The paper was probably crumpled up and thrown out the window after.]
