Tuesday, October 18, 9:24 AM. Garrett.

I had nightmares last night and didn’t sleep good. I kept dreaming about the buck.

It was looking at me across a black field with a black sky. It charged toward me, angry, shaking all over. It opened its mouth like it would make a deer noise. Then there was a boom like a rifle. I woke up.

Mom and Dad let me sleep in.

I didn’t like the nightmares, but I actually don’t feel so bad about the buck anymore. I’ve got the antlers beside my bed and they’re pretty cool. I kind of look forward to going hunting again.