Do you ever have a dream that just stays with you?
Just the essence of it.
A feeling.
Floating around you and settling just over your left shoulder, weighing you down the entire day.
I won’t go into details cause peoples dreams are on par with birth stories and blow by blow accounts of pap smears – completely riveting for the person telling the story, not so much for the tellee.
Am I right?
The essence I speak of is what woke me and kept me awake, my body screaming in retaliation…
A dead girl standing before me, trying to speak to me but her tongue was cut out.
A black gaping hole.
Wrapped completely in black plastic. She clawed her way out, mouth moving without any sound.
Faceless.
I can see her in my minds eye.
I can feel her behind me.
On my shoulder.
Behind the door or around the corner.
The essence of the dream still with me over 12 hours later and stronger if I keep still.
Fuck me dead this place is sparkling, dinner is prepped and I just made cookies.
Anything to keep my mind busy.
And the girl, silently screaming, at bay.
Does this ever happen to you? Please tell me I haven’t just descended into a whole ‘nother level of crazy…
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