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Ok. This is really bizarre. Plus, scary.
Everybody knows I really love vampires, right? Well, if you didn't you do now. But I never really dreamed about them so vividly as I did a couple of days ago, which was the day I didn't post here because of technical problems (my pc - nothing to do with theO staff). You guys may be thinking, ok, scary, but normal. No problem. But the really bizarre part is that the next night, I dreamed the same exact thing - plus more. I mean... This never ever happened to me. It's as if it was just waiting in the back of my head to be completed the next time I shut down the system so it could take over or something. And, yes, I am freaked out. Not completely, though... Not now, at least.
Ok. So, here's the deal... Usually when I am really mad about something I write a poem. It works as a therapy for me to cool down. I think that if I do the same thing with my dream, it'll work. Something like "facing your fears". Well, I'll post it here on the site... Whether you ppl want to read it or not is your decision.
Ok, so I’m in Canada in this great new school. My new family is composed of dad, mom, and 2 really cool big sisters (Mary and Anne – not real names, but whatever). So, time passes by, and they’re really good friends of mine by now. Now the weird part starts… And I’m going to tell it in “story-format”, ok? Or at least try… ^^ hehe
First Part:
After a great day at school (and very tiring, too) I decide to walk home. Afterall, it’s not that far away. The only problem is the snow and the cold, but I love these two factors, so, really, nothing could possibly ruin my day. I get home all right, but find the door ajar (slightly opened). “Ok. Weird.”, I think. I get in, lock the door, and get in the kitchen to have some snack. A note on the table tells me my foster parents are out. I climb the stairs, calling out my sisters’ names (let’s call them Jane and Mary). I hear the shower is on, so probably one of them is taking a bath… And the other? Sleeping. The door’s closed, Jane loves to sleep during the evenings. I enter my room, organize some stuff, start doing my homework. An hour later I finish it all and decide to go out and bug my sisters, as none of them came storming in my room, which is very unusual. I go to the bathroom once again and find that the shower is still on. A most bizarre thing O_o I knock. No answer. Afraid that something might have happened, I storm inside, and find that really, something did happen. But I saw no one inside. All I saw was a normal bathroom with the shower turned on… Full of blood. It was as if somebody just took a bucket of red paint and threw it all over the clear white furniture and walls. But that was no red paint. It was blood.
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