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Note: So, this's a dream I saw many years ago and it's been kinda bothering me ever since. I mean, I keep seeing the same dream over and over again (weird, huh?). I thought that I'd now share it with everyone, so you could say what you think of it...

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Drean Of Death

    I once saw a dream, a really weird one. One that keeps coming back to me over and over again, always hiding in some corner of my mind, ready to strike whenever I close my eyes. I might have been someone in it, but then again not. It keeps confusin me, making me restless as I lay in my bed on those sleepless nights.

    There was nothing truly scary in it, and to tell the truth, I was somehow comforted by it. I no longer fear the dark times of the night, but gladly listen to those voices that creep in the corners of our house. Something moving... A black figure sitting on the couch in the living room... I can see it, and I'm sure it can see me as well... Footsteps... Coming up the stairs...

    My heart's beating fast and I can't move, but even then I feel calm. I close my eyes and sense someone standing right in front of my face, at the edge of my bed. But when I open my eyes again, there's no one there. Just that odd, empty presence... I let myself slip to the unconsiousness, knowing what I'd soon be seeing...

    It went somehow like this;

    At first I was just standing in front of the iron gates, letting the chilly autumn wind whip my hair around. A shiver run through my body, as I look at the house. It stands in the middle of that huge area. They call that "area" a garden, but I call it a graveyard. It gives me creeps to see those leafless dead trees and cold broken statues scattered around the place without order. It's spooky and reminds me of death. And the house, that huge mansion, is like a gravestone for all who've come here. And now I'm here as well...

    I open the gates. They creak and slowly open. I walk along the road, trying not to see on my sides, avoiding the feeling of being watched...

    The dream always starts form that, but it's not the reason I fear it. The reason is, that I know what's going to happen, I know what "I" am going to do next... What is oging to happen soon...

    I reach the wooden doors and knock twise. There's no sound, but the door opens smoothly and I see a familiar face peeking out.

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