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| The first part |
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| The second part |
I am wandering at a seemingly abandoned hospital. At some parts of the hospital, a random ghost would tap my shoulder. Then I turn my neck to see that ghost. The ghost sometimes looks like he died peacefully. Some others has mangled looks. Some others have contorted joints and other body parts as if they jumped off a high building. All of them would tap my shoulder and point me to a teenage ghost with a female voice. She has a fair skin. She is wearing a duster.
She would often talk about her past miseries. Be it of her love life or how her family does not help. She would try hard to appear creepy and try to bite and nibble my fingers; fortunately, it does not dig into my skin. I am trying to restrain her or hold her tightly as (if) to hush her or comfort her. I have even cuddled her at some point as she bites my fingers like a dog.
She seems to avoid crying by doing such things. All I was feeling was some sort of a pity with a "why?" in mind.
"Where is my baby?" she said.
"Have you named it before it was gone?"
She starts to bite me the bite my fingers as I restrain her.
[Cut to another dream]
I was a woman with a child. It was night in the hospital. It's understandable that (the) lights are closed. But this time, most lights are gone. It's so dark. It feels like something is chasing us. We are running through every corridor.
The we got stuck in what seems to be an equipment[1] room. What was chasing us was Kurt[2] with a distorted figure. I tried to squeeze one of his hands and...
I woke up
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[1] equipment room - I pertain to the room where janitors or other maintenance workers store their broom and other equipment
[2] Kurt - the author, also the guy who narrates in the first dream (in his normal state)
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