Day 44

Dear Diary,

I'm feeling warm. I had another drug dream. I was laying in a bed in my pajamas. Looking around, I saw other beds. I also saw my mother. She was standing next to me. She had a somber expression on her face. I tried to say something, but I couldn't. She was speaking, but I couldn't understand her. I tried to move, but then I realised that I had seemingly been tied to the bed. I also noticed that my leg was bandaged. The one that I hurt a while back. 

I looked at my mother again, she had tears flowing down her face. Another person came up to her. I couldn't really see them. I woke up at that point. I'm not sure if that dream meant anything.

As I said, I'm feeling warm. This could be a good sign, or a very bad sign. The pills I'm taking are helping if it's a good sign. It could be also that my leg is getting infected and I'm getting a fever and I'm going to die painfully. Or it could be that the days are finally becoming warmer. Who knows?

The noises aren't stopping either. This might be another side effect of the pills. They are becoming a bit clearer now, though. They sound almost animalistic. Like shrieks. If they are caused by the pills, I think I'm going to stop taking them, but seeing as what they sound like, it's probably just the local, still alive, wildlife surviving the same as me. Had I access to these pills before the war, I probably would have been a junkie.