I had another dream about Julie last night. It’s been almost two years since her death and I don’t cry about it anymore but it still haunts me. This time she had been brought back from the dead, only it was not her. She looked the same and everything but her personality was different. It was like she was retarded and had no concept of anything. I kept thinking, “what have we done?” It felt like a scene from Pet Cematary only Julie wasn’t demonic or evil, she was just so simple and flat out annoying. I could feel myself growing resentful and bitter towards her. I just wanted her to disappear. I literally hated her very existence.
August 18, 1997