Twenty Two - Ink

"The strange man disappeared before I could see if I recognized his face, but I was still in the empty meadow," I read, turning the page. "A few seconds later, a heavily antlered deer appeared." I put down the journal, looking up at Eric.

"Heavily antlered?"

"I didn't know how else to word it," he said, laughing. "It had a lot of antlers."

"You mean more than two?"

"No, it had two but they were huge antlers. Gigantic."

I shut the journal. "You were right when you said you have really odd dreams."

"The descriptions don't do the dreams justice, alright," he said, sitting up and propping himself on his elbow.

"It's hard to put your dreams into words because sometimes they're so bizarre you just can't describe it in a way that'll make sense t