Friday, October 24, 2008

When I was a child, I could never sleep over at my grandmothers house. Around midnight I would flee the house, and run home.

This morning I dreamed that I caught a personage slinking behind my grandmothers old house. Then I met a black woman- she showed my how she was murdered- the wounds to her chest and abdomen...I'm under the impression she was murdered in the house, in the late 19th century(?).
Only once before have I ever dreamed of that house.


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