It had been hard to get my mind off of the art gallery re-opening. It was especially pressuring to be one of the only two people to know what went on. Don't get me wrong, I liked that I wasn't the only one and could share the experience with Garry. It brought us closer in a way, but at the same time it was frustrating. I wish I could sit by idly and forget about it, but what if whoever goes in there cant get back out like we did?

I spent my whole day researching. Today was October 14th, the Gallery was set to open October 31st. On Halloween.

Nice.

To be fair, we did still have a lot of time to prepare for whatever it was we were going to do. We still didn't know. At least this time we could go in with a lot more material than before.

I blinked and next thing I knew I woke up in a field of yellow roses.

. . .

I frantically sit up, Im sitting on some soft grass in the middle of this field. The sky is a beautiful sunset, with a bright red melting into orange and then into a bright yellow, I manage to stand up and look around. To my left in the field I can see one bright blue rose among the yellow, and to my right a rose coloured red.

My heart began to race, and I could softly hear static. The noise was getting louder, slowly, as if it was coming from a source heading in my direction. I turn my head to try to get an idea on which way its coming from. I freeze when I realize it's from behind me. I slowly turn around to look, and my breathing turns into shallow breaths when I can see traces of yellow and green floating behind me. The closer the object got, I could see that it was Mary. She was smiling at me, and she had blood streaming down from her eyes. Her dress looked burned, and before I knew it she was floating in front of me. There was a metre between us at this point. I tried to run, scream, do anything to get away. But I was stuck, looking up, staring into her eyes. I could see out of the sides of my eyes that the field around me was in flames, all of the roses burning up making their way on either side to the blue and red roses that were among the others. Just before our roses burned, Mary lunged at me.

I woke up in a sweat, my heart still racing. I was relieved that it was just a dream. There must have been some significance to it, and It's definitely confirmed that she knows we're coming.

I get up from my desk and stretch. Falling asleep somewhere that isn't your bed or on something soft really does a number on your neck.

With the dream still fresh in my mind, I gather up my laptop and head over to Garrys apartment.

He seemed a little bit embarrassed to see me at his door with no warning, likely because he wasn't dressed to be around people. I forced myself in, paying no mind to his attire. His face turned bright red, and he found a blanket to put over himself as he sat down on his couch.

"So, this is unusual for you to just come over without any warning." He began.

"I have some crucial information that I needed to bring to your attention." I explained my dream in full, watching his facial expressions as he absorbed the details.

Finally, he said. "For all we know though that could mean nothing? Its a dream we're going based off of here"

I can understand why he would think it seemed far fetched to look too far into it, but I knew he could tell I was having doubts about going in there now.

"Look Ib, by all means if you decide we shouldn't go in there I sure as hell won't try to change your mind. Personally, I don't like the idea. But I couldn't possibly let you go in there alone, I don't think I could live with myself if anything happened to you. So, no pressure on whatever you decide."

I couldn't find the words to what was going through my mind. Whatever significance my dream had to our situation, I knew it was bad. I knew Garry wasn't going to make any moves towards saying we needed to be the ones to go in there, thats on me. I was so sure of it before, because I was sure that there was a possibility of us getting out.

I'm not entirely certain now. And although Garry says otherwise, the pressure is all on me to decide.