With sleep still on my eyes, I forced myself to write at
this very hour when I was shaken by a bad dream.
I was at our house and it was a mix of jungle and a living room.
Ground was not tiled but all dirt. It looks like I was sitting on a bench
outside a forest. There was a wooden small gate. I came out looking for “Mama
Bear” who gives love advice when I heard our maid’s voice. I was on a dark
alley, a very dark alley. It’s like dawn and no one is there.
I went back inside the house.
An orange creature with a breed somewhere between an
orangutan and monkey is on my mom’s right shoulder. Our maid was asking what it
was. Her words were slurred and I can’t figure out what she was saying next. It’s
like the name of the creature was Magnolia. I was headed outside, while saying Magnolia?
What kind of creatures is that?
I turned my back heading somewhere west and it leaped on my
shoulder and touched my head and I woke up with a gasp and was struggling to
remove something. I panicked and was trying to shake the fear. I wiggled in my
bed like a worm while doing the funny panicked gasping sound.
Then slowly, my heart starts to pound really hard on my rib
cage.
I drifted back to sleep and my dream was all dark. It has
people I don’t remember but sure I was escaping my mother. I don’t remember
much of it but whenever I read a good book, it happens on every end of the
month. It’s as if my soul becomes one with the book I was currently reading and
happens in my dreams.
Honestly, looking back, this is a really funny dream.
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