The Dream That Dreams Reality

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What seemed like a peaceful day in the sunshine,it was disturbed yet again...

It was almost Two years now since the murder and yet there is no discovery.No evidence,no clue.

The day started as usual.I came back from school.Drenched in sweat due to the heat and opened the door to my house.I had an extra key off course.

Opened the door,got in and just lay flat on the sofa.I was somehow relieved noone was home.I opened my bag and slipped out a few of those magazines teenaged boys would have.

After enjoying some time,I went upstairs to my room to sleep.While there somehow I just stared out of my window just to see the sunshine on my backyard.

What I saw was a shock.I actually saw Anthia going to the woods from our backyard.Well why would she trespass a murder scene just to go to a forest.Well thats unusual.

I quietly followed her.She was sneaking quietly.Going more deep to the forest.I followed her along the way wondering where to she was going.I wanted to call the police but I wanted to see some action.

After some ten fifteen minutes,she stopped so I stopped behind her.She then stripped naked.I was so shocked I almost fainted while I was trying to gain conciousness she disappeared.Like completely!

Gasping for air and spinning around I found myself confused until...

UNTIL she appeared suddenly and held my arm so tight I screamed but I cannot move.Shockingly she uttered some words...
"Men Sa Iap,Kan sa wan,Phet wut,Phet wut"
She then let go of my arm and told me to find Charlotte's diary.Then she did the unthinkable.
She Screamed!

I too being terified screamed along,then fell down and hit my head on the floor.
I realized I was actually dreaming and found out it was 8:45 on a saturday morning.

Half confused,I went to shower and tried to recollect the dream,a rather scary one.

Amazingly the arm which Anthia in the dream tightly held,really had its marks in the present.What I meant was that,I really had bruises in the arm,which showed someone did hold my arm tightly.

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