Chapter 3. Purple Haze

I want to know what the hell kind of drugs this place is on, and more importantly, where I can get some. First, dreams about silver trees and an orange sky on Saturday night, and- I think my brain made up something about the fire I've heard so much about and made me dream about THAT last night... til it turned into an ocean. I have no idea. Maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me something.

I am also hard at work on my first masterpiece. It will be a touching work that'll be sure to please everyone and leave them CLAMORING for my autograph. Can't say anything more than that, because what's the fun if I spoil the surprise? Of course, I need to perfect my masterful book-making technique first. I, ah, am still learning the ropes.

[Derrick had Fred's dream Saturday night and Eternity's last night.]