Chapter 24I'm not a big fan of dreams, the kind the sandman brings that is. The aspiring kind are just fine and everyone should have them, but my nighttime dreams are usually freakishly strange and unusual, and I prefer not to remember them. It was a preference I was denied when I woke up in the Lincoln Way guest room at exactly 3 a.m., the witching hour (for those of you who aren't familiar with the term, it's the time of night when ghosts, demons, and other unpleasant things are said to be the most powerful).
Calvin's sensor hadn't activated in reality, but it did in my dreams—in the dream I was startled out of sleep by an obnoxious ding-ding-ding sound, and realizing what it was, I rushed out to the hallway to find Calvin, but he wasn't alone. Gilles was holding Calvin's hand and I cou
