So, how it went is that I was dreaming I set my hand on fire... I woke up and walked out of my room, but I didn't make myself move. I grabbed a lighter even though I didn't want to. I tried to set my hand on fire, BUT I DIDNT DO IT. I watched, unable to stop myself, the fire spiral and dance. I felt a bit odd after a couple of minutes. I stopped the fire and washed my hands, I put the lighter back and went to lie down again. I didn't sleep, scared of what might happen to me.
The next chapter is either a poem or that I can see ghosts. Idk.
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RandomStuff that worries me, sorry if you guys don't like or want me doing this...
