The journal of odd occurences

Dreams #4

I was speaking to Wolf regarding something when he suddenly added me to a group chat. Two others were a part of it. He then said: "These two claim that they have seen one of our ranks, when we are never alone. Always together. But you. You were not lying. You are protected."

Then a package appeared at our doorstep. I asked him what it was. "There are clues all over it. You will find the answers once you find them all." I asked him some more questions, and the only response I recall is: "Someone once said that I should be patient and claim the goat."

One of the people that he had added spoke up and said: "They are military officials pretending to be these odd creatures. That's why they are so skilled." By that time I was examining the package, and did not mind what they said. Wolf said nothing as well. The package was an odd one, with many things taped at the back and many things hidden throughout. I continued asking Wolf questions as I unravelled the puzzle. I recall learning something essential; yet I do not recall the context of which I learned of. Only bits and pieces regarding Slenderman.

These dreams continue getting odder and odder. I cannot understand them, for the life of me. But I hope to soon. 

Edit: there is also something else I feel I should mention. A month or so after I had began my "research" journal, I had an odd dream. The first was of Toby with his back to me, in a forest with skinny, naked trees. Now the odd thing about this particular dream was the fact that I saw this very forest either in Wolfs' account or in Tobys' afterwards. It had me a bit spooked, to say the least. My dreams have a tendency to foretell many things, hence why I write them down here as experiences. Indeed, I am a lost individual. I was brought into all of this with no idea that They existed. And when I attempted to forget about Creepypasta entirely, the dreams haunted me, as if reminding me that I mustnt forget. That is the sole reason I even began my old journal; so that I could prove to myself I was not losing my mind. To find at least the smallest bit of proof He existed. And I found many. The dreams stopped once I began my journal. It was as if the universe was making it known that it would give me the answers if I looked for them. If I had never made that journal, I would have never found Wolf. A bit frightening, how it all falls together. The universe brought us together. This could very well have been fate.