Hi im Terry. I have a big brother Sam. I’m seventeen years old. Sam is a big troublemaker, but everyone loves him. I feel like he could be a great person some day. But sometimes, I wake up ini the middle of the night, with a nightmare of Sam, old and smelly, telling me I “shouldnt go” and that “they’ve changed him”. I feel like this dream is connected to my dream about the bright turqiouse flashing lights. Something bad is going to happen. I can feel it