The last dream I had was about being in a forest.  It was spring time, over cast, cloudy, raining, and cold.  I remember that it was really wet.  I was running for my life, it seemed like, when I came to a secluded lake, surrounded by trees.  I found Jack there, one of the characters I routinely write about.  Instead of his usual dirty jeans and torn t-shirt, he was wearing a bear-fur wrap, with only his face visible.  Sassy was there too, wearing a long white dress, like a princess-type-outfit.

They were burying their most recent sacrificial victims along the shore of the lake.  Three young women went into the pits dug in the mud, then Jack placed three inverted crosses on the filled in graves.  I remember that the crosses were metal and enamel, and light pink and blue. 

Jack said that he was so good at what he does, the cops would never catch him.  He laughed about it, and left me there at the burial site when he and Sassy left. 

I started to follow the two of them through the woods, thinking I could follow the footprints in the fresh mud, but there weren't any.  After a while of running, the forest turned into hilly pasture land with all these ponds and streams just FULL of fish.  I ran up the hill and I was at this farm house, with a bunch of trash, junk, and dilapidated little outbuildings outside. 

I ran into one of the sheds, looking for a fishing pole and lures to go fishing, but instead I found animal bones.  Skulls, spines, tails, you name it, it was hanging from the ceiling, or scattered on the floor, and every flat surface was covered in animal bones.  Though it was dark inside, I read the boxes and they were labeled with the parts of the animals that were inside, and it was really hot in the bone shed. 

Somehow, I found a fishing pole, and grabbed it from the skeletons, but the golden hook got caught in my hand.  That's all I can remember.