On my way to work. I couldn't help but think about the dream. About what it really meant. Perhaps it's just my minds way of telling me that society is messed up. I mean. With this Crimson horror running around the place of course i would be worried. But, i feel like it was more than that. Way more than just a simple dream. Either that or i'm losing my mind. Or maybe the latter. i'm not to sure.
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Later on in the afternoon as i was walking home from work. I heard something odd. It sounded like a cat. Hissing. Was it my imagination? I decided to investigate to see what it was. Out of curiosity. I know you may be thinking. Ummm, did't curiosity kill that cat. yes. Well satisfaction brought it back. And i would be satisfied knowing that the hissing is either a cat or my imagination. The sound seems to be coming from an alley way. I stopped. I looked down the alley way and thought. Do I really want to be drugged and kidnapped? If not, I should walk away. Is my curiosity really worth my life? Thinking about for that one moment. I decided to turn around and walk away. Besides, the hissing was gone now. I was just paranoid.
