'Dream Entry day four
I was in a room filled with paintings that were coming to life. They started to come out of the picture frames. They were chasing me and shouting at me. I ran out through a door and slammed it shut.
I waited for a little bit before opening it again. And there on the other side were all of the people from the paintings dead bodies.'
Gilbert put down the journal.
"Seriously, why do you think of these things?" he asked in horror.
"I don't do it on purpose. It's my subconscious memories and thoughts."
"We need to get you to dream about some happy things. Like a pool full of flies."
"Gilbert, I think that is only happy for you."