Ok, this is creepy. For the first time in my life, I woke up in the middle of the night screaming "no! no!" with my hands stretched out. I saw a dream. A weird one. There was this "sinister" looking woman in my house. She had already influenced my parents and was trying to control my thoughts, trying to hyptonise me. I tried fighting her with my mind. I couldn't. As she gained control over my mind, in a desperate attempt to fight back I stretched out my arms and shouted "no! no!". That is when I woke up. And I couldn't sleep for another hour. The dream stayed with me. Vividly. And I have never been scared before. Not of dreams, not of anything. Never. So, why now? Is this the breaking point?

I guess I will put off my daily dose of horror films for a few days.

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