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Thursday, 1 November 2007 I had a really weird dream last night. And it had a lot to do with ghosts. It started out with me hanging out with people I knew and then somebody pulled me away from the group and we started talking. He seemed normal enough until I noticed that people were looking at me as if I were crazy. I thought there was probably something weird stuck on my face so I looked at the reflection while I was sharing a funny story with the guy.He did not have a reflection. And that was when chaos ensued. As in I scrambled to get away from him but he begged for me to come back. It was really scary but at the same time I just felt so much for him because I knew what he was going to ask of me--keep him company, help him find peace. As in I could feel my heart rate escalate as I slowly made my way back towards him. I was about to take his hand when I felt someone shake me out of slumber. And then I woke up. And then here's the freaky part. It was already around 4am at that time and as I was struggling to open my eyes and wake up, I saw a girl wearing a pink striped shirt standing by my bedroom window and I knew she was the one who woke me up. I thought at first that it was Chloe. But then I realized Chloe wasn't wearing pink, she was wearing a dark blue shirt and I suddenly heard her breathing beside me. Fast asleep. When I looked back up at the girl in the pink shirt, she slowly vanished. As in I didn't get to see her face because she "dissolved" into thin air. F.U.C.K. I swear I wasn't dreaming at that time. I tried dismissing the notion of seeing her but I KNEW she was there. I SAW HER. It wasn't a hallucination!!! As in she was standing on the very same spot--right by my easel--wherein I saw the silhouette of my late great grandmother in that horrible nightmare I had a year ago. I can still recall every detail of that nightmare. It felt like an out-of-body experience. I saw myself lying on my bed and when I tried moving my feet, I couldn't. I was aware that I was dreaming. And then I heard a really spooky voice saying "Anjan na Lola mo." And then I felt the bed shake violently as if there were an earthquake. And then a force pushing me down on the bed hard. I knew then that I needed to make a conscious effort to wake up or else god only knows what could've happened. When I did, I was gasping for air. And I had a major headache. I've always been skeptical about these matters but damn it, why are "they" making it so hard for me?? That dream--well that first few seconds of returning consciousness--really freaked me out.
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