Dream world

6/13/2016

Dear Journal
Dad told us not to go into the woods; he seemed like he was hiding something. We kept begging him to build us a treehouse. He finally gave in and made a cheap one for us.
We intended to go and play at it; however, me and a couple of friends ended up going to this other treehouse that wasn't the one my dad made. We couldn't ask my dad about it since he would get mad if we went places we weren't allowed to go, so we instead explored down the gas well road. In doing so, it seemed to lead to a strangely different world. I am still confused about what is going on, but I get this weird sense of dread saying I shouldn't go back home. My friends agree with me on this. That's why I have decided to start a Journal of some sort to keep track of all that is going on.