Strange Dreams
Dreams. Sometimes they're normal. Sometimes they just don't make sense. These are the dreams that most people have.
A selected others have more strange dreams. Dreams that make them wonder just what the Hell happened.
I know my dreams are like that. The thing I don't know is why they're like that. My dreams leave me wondering if there's something wrong with me.
They go from normal dreams to dreams that are just random.
Then there's the ones that are just plain out strange and weird. These ones name me worry.
People say that the faces we see in our dreams are ones we've seen at some point in our lives. It makes sense when it's just human faces and animals.
It doesn't make sense when the faces are more monstrous. Like where the fuck would I even see those faces?!?
I don't understand it... well that's not entirely true.
I understand it when it's drama based off of ideas I have for stories and all, but other than that; no.
I just don't understand it at all at this point.
... I just realised that I was half asleep when I wrote everything before this part... goodbye.
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