Sometimes, I have dreams.
They're about a man. A tall, skinny man, with messy brown hair and brown eyes. The only strange thing?
I've never seen this man in my life.
My dad is also acting strange.
Every night he looks up at the stars and says "Donna says thank you." Sometimes I hear him, and sometimes I see him.
He always cries a single tear as he says this.
I don't know why.
Sometimes, in my dreams, I see other things.
I see a giant spider lady. Fire, water, a pit. I see myself talking, saying things about alien bees and giant wasps. I see myself in a wedding dress (??) screaming. I see myself crying, and laughing, and hugging this skinny man with the awesome hair.
I see the box.
The box looks strangely farmiliar to me. I know I've seen it somewhere before, but I can't put my finger on where.
It has POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX written on the top. I see myself walking into the box. It's snowing, and I'm laughing, and it's bigger on the inside.
I know this. I know these dreams. I remember things, little tidbits of things that I have a hard time putting together.
There's one thing I never doubt.
The tall skinny man is coming back for me.