Ghost's Dream Book

Double Trouble

Date of Dream ~ June 11, 2021

Word Count ~ 543

Here it is. The time has come to finally meet this attractive man I met on tinder. I enter his home, as he welcomes me inside with a smile.

Seeing him in person versus photos was kind of funny. He's shirtless. I observe his frame. He's a thin, slightly below average height Asian guy with glasses, and shaggy mid length black hair. He has a red tattoo on his lower back of a snake.

I'm just going to be honest with you. I came here to engage in some adult activities.
The aroma of old wood fills my nostrils as the floors creak below our footsteps. This place is filthy. There's two bedrooms here. Both are completely trashed out. Garbage is scattered on the floors, there's dirty mattresses with no sheets on them, and stained walls. It's making my skin crawl. I follow him into the less dirty room anyway. Guess I'm too horny. I forget about the bare mattress as we climb onto it.

He speaks up in a low tone. "I'm glad you decided to come. I'm gonna make this worth it. Can you trust me?"
No, but hopefully you have good penis. I think to myself. "I guess." I reply, with a shrug. I just want to get down to business so I can leave.
He then places himself at the foot of the bed watching me in the creepiest way. The hair rises on my arms. I was entertained to see what he would do next.

Next thing I know, he hunches over with his eyes screwed shut as a miniature monster version of himself grows out of his right shoulder. They both sit there staring at me with glowing green eyes as the shoulder monster laughs in a manic high pitched voice.

My eyes are bulging out of my skull. "The devil is a lie!" I screech. The bedroom lights flicker off, and I jolt up. I haul ass as he calls after me demonically. I make my way through his funky smelling home to the front door and fling it open. It's pitch black outside. I shakily run my way over to my vintage car, and speed away. I'm surprised my car didn't start flying into the night sky as fast as I was driving. I had to escape before they did whatever they were going do to me. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?

Author's Note

Short chapter 😬

Why do I always end up at a creep's home in my dreams? 💀
Don't go to stranger's homes.

I remember waking up from this dream, and being like wtf did I eat before bed cuz HUH? Funny thing is, the guy in the dream is a guy I actually did meet on Tinder a few years ago. ( I was on there just out of curiosity I swear) I never actually met up with him. He's strange, and he uses the n word. He thinks it's fine since his black friends let him, and he's from Alief (place in Houston) where everyone says the word. I don't like it. I don't care where you're from. Don't use the n word unless you're Black. End of discussion.

Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter! ⚡️🖤