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The weirdness that's my dreams
Three nights ago: I dreamed about the TV show Psych. Gus found Shawn on the floor in their office. Someone shot the Psych in the head. He wasn't dead but very close. Then someone called Henry and told him that they shot his son in revenge for something he did as a cop... And that's when I woke up. It was like reading a fic, and in English too! I still remember the first line: "Gus never thought that Shawn could get hurt, not really." X)
Two nights ago: Supernatural this time. Sam and Dean were passing through a town and the local catholic priest let them stay at his house that was attached to the church. But in the night, they found out that he was actually a satanist. They found human flesh in the house and symbols painted with blood under the carpets. And then he locked them in their room and... I woke up!
Last night: I went to the police station to report a robbery? A kidnapping? A murder? Well, something bad. And I was in the wrong place in the wrong time and there was a madman with a pistol who took me and another guy hostage. I remember exactly how scared I was, but I didn't cry or freak out. On the outside I was completely calm, on the inside I was totally freaked out. I asked him to let me go and he said "No way", cocking the gun... And then my cell phone rang and woke me up. I was so glad, let me tell you. My heart was hammering like crazy. That was a really really bad dream. I can't remember the last time I was that scared!
Something normal now: Since today, I'm the proud owner of The Magnificent Seven: The Complete First Series. Yes! The DVD finally arrived!
Two nights ago: Supernatural this time. Sam and Dean were passing through a town and the local catholic priest let them stay at his house that was attached to the church. But in the night, they found out that he was actually a satanist. They found human flesh in the house and symbols painted with blood under the carpets. And then he locked them in their room and... I woke up!
Last night: I went to the police station to report a robbery? A kidnapping? A murder? Well, something bad. And I was in the wrong place in the wrong time and there was a madman with a pistol who took me and another guy hostage. I remember exactly how scared I was, but I didn't cry or freak out. On the outside I was completely calm, on the inside I was totally freaked out. I asked him to let me go and he said "No way", cocking the gun... And then my cell phone rang and woke me up. I was so glad, let me tell you. My heart was hammering like crazy. That was a really really bad dream. I can't remember the last time I was that scared!
Something normal now: Since today, I'm the proud owner of The Magnificent Seven: The Complete First Series. Yes! The DVD finally arrived!
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I remember one dream where I was in a town, like one of those small towns in Alaska in Winter, and the people got attacked by wolves in the streets. The animals hunted the people down, tearing them apart... It freaked me out so much that I remember it until this day.
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And this feeling of déjà-vu is pretty scary on its own. Not being able to distinguish between dreams and reality makes it even more scary. Sometimes I revisit those vivid dreams and that feels like cementing a fake memory that I never made in reality.