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Shade 2 She got a good look for the first time. "Get outta here you sick fuck! My husband will be home any second!" Melody played a tune worthy of her name, for she was actually was a single socialite, more readily found at a nightclub than at the altar. With total abandon, she threw her ringed fingers and jewel encrusted, fake nails thrashing wildly into her, only - straight when wet, locks. He didn't seem to be coming any closer Melody noticed, and somehow found that more worrying than if he was advancing. What was he doing out there. Melody, shaken up, leaned against the floral tiles behind her. It was the North American Orchid Collection and was cool to the touch, yet quickly warmed beneath her hot body. Of course she thought about the tiny square window in the bath beside and sight high. Yet, she knew absolutely that her hips would never get through. Failing to mention that she had also nailed it shut after an event with a pervy neighbor boy. But Melody was just like us all; wishing for the unattainable. There was no escape. With time calming her and his steadfast decision to not move made her brave. With the shower begining to get a bit chilly, she took a shaky grasp of the matching curtain from the orchid collection and threw it open like a matador. The quilt rack from the cluttered bedroom had tipped over and had leaned against the doorframe. "You have too much shit Melody, she scolded herself and let out a sigh of relief. She needed to get the rest of the soap rinsed from her thick hair before the water froze her. The blond partier thought as she spun around on a wet heel in the one space without a plush rug. The linen closet door and what initially looked like a dark grey sheet fluttered out and grew and formed into soild-looking ghost with bead-like yellow eyes, fake looking as christmas tree bulbs. #fiction, #Fantasy, #horror, #horrornights, #horrorwriter, #horrorstory, #horrorstories, #scary, #writersofimstagram, #shadowlicious, #dreamsandnightmares, #writersnetwork, #writtenwork, #writtencommunity, #creativewriting, #writm, #writing, #randomness, #random, #mirakee, #horror_sketches, #darkart, #darkartists, #watercolor

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Transcript 1 Part 2 Therefore you are vulnerable in the [real world] because you are [deepy, numbly] occupied because you don't you don't know what's going on, [in our terrestrial realm] because your consciousness is [in stasis for cell rejuvenation and mind sweep. And held captive] in the real of dreams. [Think hard. Did you ever sign a consent form? Did you sign away you soul to something beyond our realm of knowing?] Is that when you get paralyzing vision, something holds you to the bed, is that when those kind of things choke you? Is it possible while you're in certain... [dream types] that's, that [they] are very powerful, so you don't want to come out them [dreams. And awake and find them] or "they don't let you out of them [dreams], [and find them examing, gathering data on their crop, subjects] and they try to keep you in them . Could they be performing experiments on you here in the real world? [While they so vehemently try to keep you under. In the dreamrealm away from your physical body?] I know it sounds crazy. But, really, what would the "goal" be making you have a good night sleep? [To help you stay distracted from any goings on in your room while you are under, and far away from your physical form?] Are "they" just sleep fairies that want you to have a goodnight sleep, sprinkle [sleep] dust on you? Sandman. Is that what's going on? I highly doubt it. We are slaves. Something is going on......... [Recap: 1 when you are away in a dream you don't know what's happening to you or around your sleeping body. 2 there is a "they". What does that exactly mean? What are they? Think on it. 3 "They" are collecting data, samples, things from your sleeping body with you havong zero recollection possibly. 4 we are slaves and most don't know it. Think it through. I am not crazy...] #writersofimstagram, #shadowlicious, #dreamsandnightmares, #writersnetwork, #writtenwork, #writtencommunity, #creativewriting, #writing, #randomness, #random, #mirakee, #nightmares, #dreams, #journal, #journaling, #lucid, #spirits, #writer, #energies, #thoughts, #musings

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This is a very slightly narrated transcript of 3 short recordings, taking my dream journal entries and thoughts a bit further. [All narration will be in brackets] To truly appreciate my looniness I would suggest reading my long-winded Dreams series, the Schwarzenegger series, and my other dream and nightmare related posts, which you can usually tell by the themed cover pictures. For those caught up, things are beginning to sink - in like alcohol to a liver in my mind. I made these three short recordings, one immediately after another, after writing about my cousin's dream. I was in a weird calm state, unlike my usual leg - bouncing mode, and I spoke on the "tape" in a methodical, droning monotone, as if I was in a mental haze. My theories are starting to evolve since not taking my pill. Is that a positive, negative, or neutral decision, I wonder, as I am typing this. We shall see. I am safe. My safety i hide from no one. I am sound of mind; my mind merely resonates at a different frequency than most. My protective daughter vehemently wants me back on my pill. She thinks I am messing with things not meant to be questioned. Is there suck a fucking thing?! Yet she also thinks she hears Mr stumbling around and making recording at night through the basement vents. I may be painting an ugly picture of my condition, yet I immediately checked my phone, thinking of sleepwalking, and found no recordings. Just because I am mentally ill doesn't mean I always wrong. And my wife seems indifferent, yet I understand that could be for my benefit. She controls my pills and could attempt to re-administer the nightmare med surreptitiously out of care, love, and worry. Yet, get me whole-heartedly here folks, all my cognitive facilities are sound, I merely have different views than average society. That may make me considered crazy in the blind eyes of some, yet it doesn't make me mentally unsound. Now with that depressive disclaimer out of the way, let's get started. #writersofimstagram, #shadowlicious, #dreamsandnightmares, #writersnetwork, #writtenwork, #writtencommunity, #creativewriting, #writing, #randomness, #random, #mirakee, #nightmares, #dreams, #journal, #journaling,