First and foremost, it was about death.
I am neither amused or deterred by death. I don't glorify it nor bury it on the depth of my mind. Death is just death. I don't understand why I dreamed of death in the weirdest way possible. Yes, I am disturbed by the death tolls of this country or even of this city but it never bothered me to a point such as occurring in a dream.
Next, spirits and a shape-shifting monster.
What? I'm not fond of any of those. It creeps the hell out of me, you know. How would it feel if your supposedly loved one visited and hugged you and you aren't even the least surprised? I have an active imagination but it has never gone to this point. I've had affairs with vampires(not the sparkling ones, the ones that bite hardcore) on my dreams before but I am not a necrophiliac. C'mon. Shape-shifting monster who takes the form of a beautiful neopet who acts really stupid is also beyond my imagination. That's just crazy, REALLY!
Then, the people involved.
Are they haunting me? Those people are of my past...I don't live in my own past, I live on the history's past. It's creepy to see a good friend*coughs* get brutally beaten up then goes back to you. I don't which freaked me out the most there. It was either the brutally beaten up part or the goes back to you. That's just disturbing.
There's also the switching of POV.
Yeah, yeah. I switch POV's a lot in my creative write ups but that doesn't mean it should haunt me till my dreams. That's ridiculous! and annoying too. I know, I'll try to stick onto one POV so that I won't get dreams or nightmares about it. SHEEEESH! LOL.
And also, PATAPON!
That word is a Filipino colloquial meaning "to throw in an indirect insult". In bisaya, "pasikil". I'm amused why it wasn't even PASIKIL. That's just....(I'm at lost for words, I'm sorry. I couldn't describe it enough.) :p
A spirit taking a body of a 12-year old!
You're kidding me, right? And the girl that was supposedly me was holding hand like it was precious organics. WHAT?! This is real torture and against every principle I stand for.
Final detail of weirdness, the web.
It was a huge web! Most probably a HUGE spider spun it. I'm not afraid of spiders, just of large things.and well, the girl reaction was scary. So it scared me. Did that make sense? Not really. :p
I am neither amused or deterred by death. I don't glorify it nor bury it on the depth of my mind. Death is just death. I don't understand why I dreamed of death in the weirdest way possible. Yes, I am disturbed by the death tolls of this country or even of this city but it never bothered me to a point such as occurring in a dream.
Next, spirits and a shape-shifting monster.
What? I'm not fond of any of those. It creeps the hell out of me, you know. How would it feel if your supposedly loved one visited and hugged you and you aren't even the least surprised? I have an active imagination but it has never gone to this point. I've had affairs with vampires(not the sparkling ones, the ones that bite hardcore) on my dreams before but I am not a necrophiliac. C'mon. Shape-shifting monster who takes the form of a beautiful neopet who acts really stupid is also beyond my imagination. That's just crazy, REALLY!
Then, the people involved.
Are they haunting me? Those people are of my past...I don't live in my own past, I live on the history's past. It's creepy to see a good friend*coughs* get brutally beaten up then goes back to you. I don't which freaked me out the most there. It was either the brutally beaten up part or the goes back to you. That's just disturbing.
There's also the switching of POV.
Yeah, yeah. I switch POV's a lot in my creative write ups but that doesn't mean it should haunt me till my dreams. That's ridiculous! and annoying too. I know, I'll try to stick onto one POV so that I won't get dreams or nightmares about it. SHEEEESH! LOL.
And also, PATAPON!
That word is a Filipino colloquial meaning "to throw in an indirect insult". In bisaya, "pasikil". I'm amused why it wasn't even PASIKIL. That's just....(I'm at lost for words, I'm sorry. I couldn't describe it enough.) :p
A spirit taking a body of a 12-year old!
You're kidding me, right? And the girl that was supposedly me was holding hand like it was precious organics. WHAT?! This is real torture and against every principle I stand for.
Final detail of weirdness, the web.
It was a huge web! Most probably a HUGE spider spun it. I'm not afraid of spiders, just of large things.and well, the girl reaction was scary. So it scared me. Did that make sense? Not really. :p
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