Samara has seen all the trenches at Site 0. In the dream it was something of the like, many trenches filled with clear water, from many days worth of rain. It was a cartoon, in the house, I knew she was around the corner, when I saw her I gave a big hug, then I awoke. Here are some options, Samara was my last friend in my mind, since then I have had none. I radiated myself with a lot of uranium, maybe it was just that frying my brains, radiation causing schizophrenia and schizophrenia like symptoms. I planned my garden like I said, i ordered the trees that most reminded me of her, now I hardly want to plant trees. Samara owns the backside of property, area held in dead weight, a certain type of gravity and low pressure specifically formatted around rotting corpses, a bio hazard inclusion device, where I will plant the trees, on her property. I’m not sure what’s happening, I know she lives near me, but know not who, maybe best that way. I can’t say I would’ve liked it if she ended up like the wicked witches my best friends now dead. Hopefully I can repair radioactive damage to my brain and we be friends again. She hasn’t been nice, she knows I’m nicer then her, but then again the people that where nice are dead.