Dream Diary

Chapter 0 - Epilogue

01/09/2017

This is my first greeting to the new diary.

Hello! This is my dream diary and my name is Evangeline!

So...I've recently turned 18, quite the age! I can finally get a driving license, take medical exams, sign papers or get out of school without the consent of my parents but most of all...this feeling of freedom!

I bought this diary as vessel to take out all of my stress and to understand more about myself, I never had the chance to have a self analysis and it's a good thing to take one now since I am in a delicate period now, emotions running wild, rebellions, getting angry at everything, you know! 

I once heard by a woman that using dreams to understand more about oneself is possible, as it's a reflection of our deepest thoughts, especially when you're very scared of something like an exam or simply a phobia of some sort. I for example once dreamt of being in school, and I could never get out! I even lived there, had a pc and a bed, but I couldn't leave! it was impossible!

I'll try my best to remember quite the handful of dreams I had, especially as a kid, or well...nightmares considering the amount of monsters that would come out of my mind at that age. Growing up things got even worse, sometimes dreaming about a place I already visited in a previous dream or seeing monsters or even friendly fellows that I met in other dreams. It's redundant and repetitive, but somehow it had something new everytime, it seemed familiar but something was wrong.

It all started when I was roughly 7 years old, I used to have nice dreams but since then...hell started to torment my mind. The first nightmare I remember is quite...funny to think about, as I was scared by a potato chips commercial, their catchphrase was "If you don't lick your fingers, you're only enjoying half of it". I dreamt of being in a dark room, walking around I realized that it was the living room of my house, I could even see the door to my room, but something stopped my movements.

A man, in the corner, with a face I roughly remember.

I hear him crunching on something.

I was paralyzed. 

Terrified.

I couldn't dare to take a step.

My eyes were shaking, and-

All of a sudden, the man stood up and turned towards me, blood dripping from his mouth as the fingers sang a tune, wiggling like he couldn't even control his own hands. He was laughing, his teeth crooked as he smiled towards me, he was quite slick and tall, almost resembling my father physically, but I couldn't tell if it was a twisted perception of my father in my subconscious or not. The man started chanting: "If you don't eat your fingers, you're only enjoying half of the experience!"; he then stopped before biting down on one of his fingers, ripping it off from the hand as the finger started screaming.

The others kept singing while the unfortunate finger was being crunched down to a paste.

It seems my mind twisted the catchphrase of that commercial, maybe because I was a kid, my imagination was quite vivid. It's normal to be of commercials sometimes, especially that weird coffee drink commercial that get you with jumpscares when you least expect it. but I wonder what brought my mind in that period to visualize those...talking fingers...I don't remember anything particular scaring me when I was a kid that is related to fingers or hands with mouths.

Sadly that's all I can remember from that dream, it's getting pretty late now though, I have some work to do before going to sleep, I'll do my best to remember more dreams for tomorrow and I may as well try to make some sketches so that I can have a clear picture of what kind of creatures I saw back when I was a kid.

Goodnight my sweet little diary.

-Evangeline