The Devil In Me

I had a very bad dream last night.

Firstly, my most recent ex was speaking to me again, and we were getting on alright, and arranged to meet up as friends and so on. Then that part of the story finished. Then me and my mother were trying to walk down a stony road by a forest in the afternoon, then it was night time. We had to cut through the forest. We had to run because it was all misty and there were strange things hitting our legs. Mum got miles ahead because I started to fight the things off. There were some very small black hound dogs that seemed possessed, and also a young girl, similar to those in Japanese horror films who was trying to get me, but she had a knife sticking out of the top of her throat, and her head was tilted right back. I punched her repeatedly in the throat until her neck snapped and I managed to catch up with Mum. We then got in her car, and my sister was in there too and we got out.

Then the final part (after a brief spell of being awake) was that wee were in the car still by a canal with concrete banks, just around the corner from a HUGE plastic jewellery warehouse owned by my sister's friend. For reasons unbeknownst to me now, and probably in the dream, we had to reverse, but Mum reversed too much and we ended up in the canal underwater. The car was perfectly airtight so no water got in, but we couldn't open the doors or smash the windows due to the pressure. The air very quickly ran out and I had to take one final sharp intake of breath, and as I did I woke up, taking a very deep, sharp intake of breath.

It wasn't a nice experience. I blame it on the curry I had. Scary curry dream.

It's been about 5 hours short of 9 days since the last text from her.

Jack's Mannequin this Friday. That should be good fun.

I fear my dancing on Saturday night was more than a little embarrassing.

Never mind.

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