i had a dream last night. i was in my church building with my mother and a marvel comic book. not long before then i had been at the store renting three movies all having to do with some sort of paranormal entity. when i returned to the church, we began to hold hands in order to see the spirit of a man, one i don't care to know. and when he appeared clearly i reached out, letting our hands loose, but the lights flashed on and he disappeared. a voice told me to try harder the next time. instead, i picked up the movies and ran outside with my mother just trailing behind. i told her we had to get far away and leave that comic book behind.
it was the moment i woke up petrified with fear that i decided i needed to go empty my stomach in the bathroom facilities and that i was going to stay home from school. at least till i could calm myself down.
Those mental health days are something, huh? :/
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