Sylvia

Remember
2012-02-10 13:57:01 (UTC)

I don't really remember if..

I don't really remember if anything much happened yesterday... I guess I'll just jot down my dream, and go- I don't have much time, as I was talking to my friend. Wait, I have two things to say...

-My dream. It was...kind of creepy? I mean, I wasn't scared througout it, but it might've scared a normal person. My friends and I had to travel somewhere...Something happened, and they were infected by something- dragons, of a kind (I normally adore dragons, but for some reason this dream had them as bad- probably from a thought I had earlier that day, when I was planning my book- which has an evil dragon in it (There are good ones, though)). They were infected, and I had to kill them to save them (and everyone else). I knew they were infected, because their eyes turned black, and when I found them out, they would be black, with seemingly lava veins running through them- glowing as embers do. For some reason, even though they all wanted me dead, they didn't kill me off, wehn they had plenty of chances. They let me continue to fight them, and one I even developed a kind of friendly rivalry with. It was quite the odd dream...maybe I can talk later, but I must move quickly on...

-Last night... I saw something again. It seems the sightings have increased- two within a few weeks? Whatever it is in the house, it's bigger than what I've normally seen. It's fast, too. It's...about... as big as...a table? That's fairly large. Whatever it is, last night, I saw it again. I went to turn my light off, and when I opened the door, I saw it- scurrying from the kitchen to the bathroom. I still had to go brush my teeth, so I hesitantly went into the bathroom, quickly flipping the lights on. I could've sworn it went into the laundry room, then, after I was done. I quickly ran back to my room, and closed the door- remembering Patches was outside. I thought for a minute or two and decided it was worth it, ran out into the living room, got Patches in, and ran back to my room...

Alright, the bell. I'll maybe write at lunch.

Farvel, Sofi




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