Nightmare Journal
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Sedang dalam proses, Awal publikasi Jul 11, 2014
For as long as I can remember. ..no thats to cliche..Ladies and Gentlemen. ok basically.  I truly hate writing descriptions. 


Its true though the cliche "for as long as I can remember" is probably the best way I can start this. I've had nightmares since I was a little kid. My mom said it was because of my over active creativity. Where my grandmother said ghost and demons. A psychologist said due to the "stressful and intense" childhood ive had. my childhood was not that bad. I think it may be what my mom said over active creativity?  Either way I get really bad nightmares to the point I can wake up shaking now and then. This is my way of putting some of them out there. to see what the public thinks. 

Have fun looking inside my unconscious mind.
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FORMERLY V D' YAVOL. For as long as she can remember, Dream has been... dreaming. Very vividly. She saw how her childhood dog died two days before he actually did, so she had plenty of time to prepare herself-her words. She's been to plenty psychologists and sleep specialists, but they all say the same thing. Nothing to worry about. So, her parents gave it to God. And nothing happened. She's grown used to it by now. She sees a face, sometimes hears a name, and then whatever happens to that person. Murder, the lottery, a death in the family, etc. You name it, she's seen it. She pays the dreams no mind because she can't control or stop any of them all the time. It's out of her hands. But on one holy night, she sees a man. Limping. Crying. Bloody. Yet this time, she can't see a face.