The night of April 28th, 2008

I'm in a house and my step-grandmother is lying dead on the counter. She appears to have been there for a few days and I am waiting for someone to pick up the body. On the other side of the counter I notice a few small bugs, like gnats. Suddenly, I feel a few of them landing on me. I look down and brush them off, but when I look back up, there are even more bugs on the counter. Each time I turn my head the bugs appear to multiply exponentially. Soon the room is filled with bugs. I run to the bathroom, turn the shower on, and get in. Once they are gone, I get out of the shower. In the mirror I notice a pink circle on my back. It is a rash from the bugs. It is a sticker, with a large clear square underneath it. I peel them off and read what's written on them. The writing makes me think I may have been cloned recently. ~ I am reading a letter:

I see myself from a bird's eye view, driving through the countryside. I hear Greg telling me about how great his new job is. It seems like a cult to me. ~ That is all.