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Dream World Part One
last night I had a reacurring dream of a man injecting a needle in his arm while holding a baby there was cobwebs and darkened portals illuminated throughout the duration could make out features of demonic nature in the man's face in the dream I ran fast towards the door but it was locked frantic I felt helpless almost liquified jello in state screams of Satanic laughter came through the hallways alone I stayed in the silence of my thoughts a black cat was at the door with a fierce look on its face blood was on the ceiling and on the walls this was a house of horror to say the least a good Steven king thriller couldn't come close to this then with a hiss the cat moved and the door was opened so I ran faster and faster away in the night into a vast forest still not looking back but in an instant fell head long from a prompted log below my step a hand caught my grip and pulled me up but as soon as I could say thanks the figure vanished the forest was darkened owl howling the wind in my hair a sorted scene wherby Pan would come out and play his flute yet in the distance there were eyes looking back at me with fierce fangs that bite dripping blood off side I began to run away and hide my stomach was tied up in knots then I awoke to what ?
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