Place withheld · 2014-05-01 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive
Screaming or howling
I am cleaning the lounge and I find a feather under the sofa. It is a pink feather and I like it so much, like it was a treasure. I put it together with my stone collection. One of the stone seems angry at me, as feather is not a stone, and under its name appears a written, saying I am wrong. I think again and in order to do not offend the stones, I decide to treat the feather with drops of amber. In few minutes the amber dries and I have a beautiful simil-stone with a pink feather inside. I put again the feather in my stone collection and this time everyone seems to be happy. I prepare a tea, but when I come back to look at the feather, it is not pink anymore, but blue. I am happy as I like more the blue and I put it with the lapislazzuli. At once I see a stone which does not belong to my collection. It is like a pink sand stone, but I feel that someone puts it there to bother me. I pretend to do not look at that stone and the stone starts to move alone. It is an insect and it comes towards me and goes up my hand and arm. I am petrified and I woke up screaming and trying to drive away that thing from me.
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