Here is an e-mail I sent to Christa last night:
I had a dream about you last night.
All I remember is that for some reason you and I had discovered Rex Sorgatz’s notebook. We took it to my parents’ house and hid it. Then you and Barrett went to the grocery store to stock up on Dr. Pepper and cigarettes. And we sat in my sister’s old bedroom with all the windows open (even though it was still winter), smoking and trying to figure out what everything in the notebook meant.