Don’t you just hate it when you have a vivid dream that fucks with your mood the next day?<\/p>\n
I dreamed last night that I was on a reality show. The premise of the show was that a group of people had been selected to renovate an old, abandoned church. The kicker was that the church was supposed to be haunted. The dream didn’t reveal what the goal of the show was. I just know that some of the participants had already left and that today was going to be my last day on the show. I was quitting and getting out. Outside the church the air was heavy. It feels like premonition of awful things to come. So, I go inside and we are working in the stairwell on the second floor. There is a long dark hallway that leads off the stairwell and I am very aware of an evil presence lurking somewhere just out of sight. As we continue working I wonder why nobody else can feel just how bad things are going to get here … that something really terrible is going to happen to those that stay in this place that used to be a house of God but where only dark things now reside. The hour of the day grows late and the presence seems to be a lot closer and stronger. It is time for me to leave but I am too scared to walk down the stairs by myself. I tell the others that someone is going to have to walk out with me …<\/p>\n
And then I woke up.
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