The Cover-up
Was it me? Or Was it a dream?
The girl was feeling like she should hide something but she was not sure what. Something was wrong. Was it a murder or was some thing killed off or abandoned?
Each day the man would come to look to see if he could find anything and each day there was nothing to find. And each day she would think dreaded thoughts that he would find something, some remnants of it. This went on for months but nothing was found.
The girl made the spot or thought or area cleaner and cleaner, until it was so clean, there was no sign that anything was wrong. But still her thoughts haunted her.
The man came back less and less and he always wore a smile and was friendly but she felt she couldn’t trust his friendly facade. If he found anything it would be very bad for her.
Thank goodness this was a dream, but what are our dreams made of? Are they about life and how we cope with many things. I was always bombarded by people, their actions, and their thoughts.
The Trance
I knew someone once who had put me in a trance. I felt like a robot and did whatever was asked. I didn’t know it at the time because I was in a trance. I found out after the person left this was done to me. The funny thing was when the person left the bad energy went as well…
