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Monday, March 3, 2014


NIGHTMARE


I JUST HAD THE SCARIEST NIGHTMARE EVER


It involved little children who were being fed a lot..... and once they fell asleep, they would die.  Because they were infected by some form of alien spore, once they died, their bodies would start shaking violently and aliens would spring out of their bodies in the exact forms of the children.  These clones then took over the children's lives, and went about insidiously capturing more and more children.    Some aliens were already adults, and looked so... Evil.  I don't know what my role in it was - I think it was some invisible observer.  I could feel the ignorance of some children who were held captive; they were the ones who were so happy they were given sweets and food to be fed plump on.  But what scared me the most was the panic of those who were smart enough to figure out that they had to stay away from the food and try their best to keep awake, because it was so difficult for them, and they were so desperate to stay alive.

I was feeling so panicked...  All that shaking and all that blood, and the intense emotions emanating from the children, juxtaposed against their evil captives, who were just living their stolen lives, so normally, all the while just waiting and waiting for the children to die.


I feel like this has something to do with the imperialism readings that I've been doing oh my lord
;8:53 AM
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