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I'm sick today, so I kinda skip a class then go for a long nap, nah, it shouldn't be called 'nap' because I sleep pretttttyyyyy lonng. OTL, now my back feel like crap, I feel like one of those cranky lady over 40. That's not good.

I was in a big party and for some reason I find a weird door, it's weird because there's no one seems interested to that door. So I entered that door with, I'm not sure, some girl I don't know? But she kinda looks like me and then I realized that I am shorter and skinnier with silly frilly dress. D8

Inside the door, it was quite dark and somehow cold. I met a waiter and his wife in a dim room, I tried to ask their name but they didn't answer, noticing a window and the curiosity about this weird world has been bugging me, I decided to look over the outside. There's a walk way and railroad outside, suddenly a big black steam trail came over and in that moment the street goes crowded, everyone is male, with same black tailed coats, black British hat, they are walking with some eerie feeling hanging in the air.

I turned my head and asked the Butler's wife about "why people are so creepy?", and she answered "what people?" and I goes, "eh?", when I turned again to the window everyone is gone, then that male waiter talk to the another girl that those people outside are dead, it happened to him too, being dead... I;m not sure because the two of them standing in distant.

Suddenly the other girl told me to run so running I was, I didn't know why she got so worked up for such interesting fact, "hey, it could be we are dead too", I muttered, but looks like she didn't even hear me. We got out by the same door but ended arriving in a room with a girl who constantly cry and shouting in desperation or anger thick in her voice, get shocked, we try to find another person to depend.

Wondering alone in the house, I found a bright red door, slightly opened, I decided to peek in that room because I swear I can hear soft giggles and laughter, then I found a rather unpleasant view, some guy doing a random old woman, unlucky for me, the guy noticed me and all 'Hey kid, want to join us too?' and approach the door, being a scared cat, I ran like crazy outside. THERE'S NO WAY I WANT TO JOIN SUCH 'EVENT'.

Tired from all the running, I complained a little to myself about how hungry I am. A lady seems concerned and she told me to follow her to her cake shop, so there I went with high hopes of warm cakes and tea. The lady told me to sit down and relax, but I can feel something fishy because she was talking to random old guys that about "a young nervous 'goods' she just find in the street". Knowing what she meant (or at least assuming 'what' she meant), I sneak to get out from the cake shop nearly crying, as it's not enough the rain started to fall to.

I hide inside a big cart, all tired and wearing off, half wanting to cry, the other half is still curious about this dark world. But I decided to close my eye and then it's all dark.

I wake up, finding myself standing in the middle of guys in the black tailcoats and British hats. A black huge train passing with thick smoke, a guy (kinda cute XD, he has blonde hair and red pair of eyes) hold my shoulder tenderly and smiled "What are you doing here? Quick, there's not much seat in the train!", he grab my hand and pull me to walk with him. For some reason, I look up and noticed the wife of the waiter from the window - staring at me, and she talk, I can't hear what she's trying to told me, but I can read from her lips "You're one of us now".

Then I woke up, complete with a trace of tears in my face. DDDDD88


that was interesting dream, and I wish I have the decent drawing skill so I can draw about it because.. man, that was terrifying but inspiring dream...? lol, yah, I'm being weird. But my English is so good in that dream, plus I met a guy who looked like Rock Howard so it's really okay ;]b.

Ugh, my head is still hurt but I need to get back working my English paper. Darrrrnnn.

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