I fell asleep a little while ago and awoke to a disturbing dream where I was this sunken thing, kind of vampiresque (and not the sparkly kind that seem so popular today, but rather something definitely undead or daemonic), with blood going down my mouth and neck. I knew this because I looked in a mirror. And smiled. At which point I guess the vampire theory breaks down. It definitely felt like a possession, with the mirror image reflecting the inner thing inside.
That was more than a little unsettling. And even when I went outside to clear my head that image stayed with me.
| Unshelved | by Bill Barnes and Gene Ambaum |
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