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As I said in the preview, this is not an actual fiction "novel", but rather a little story from me, and a bit about me. On Tuesday, I heard from a dining company that if you eat a truly big supper, than you will have thrilling and killing nightmares. I laughed it off: how can a nightmare be TRULY bad? Last night, I get to know.
In my dream I was in a nice restaurant in Japan. A married couple sat next to me. They were getting photographed together with a creepy guy. The man was quite tall, with a demonic smile and a face, painted to white. He looked like a clown, or a weird harlequin, but he was somewheat disturbing. And I also noticed, that there was an empty space between him and the couple, like a weird forcefield. I was curious, so I approached him. Than he shrinked to the size of a kid. He looked like...no, he WAS the ghost-kid from the horror movie, The Grudge. I get into a state of terror, I was thrilled and afraid. I wanted to run away. But I could not. I was somehow drawned to him. Later an old Japanese guy appeared. I said helo to him. He told me that he is retired and started to explain to me his hobbies. But suddenly he also shrinked and became pale. He was the boy again. At this point someone, who was also present in the restaurant said to me: "Look, you are afraid, but also attracted to it!". I suddenly awake. I was horrified. I did not want to go back to sleep! So I tried out a strategy...
I started to think about Japanese HB-scenes, being half-awake, half-sleeping. I imagined a cruel business lady, running a whale-hunter company. Running it, but suddenly she was the one running, as bees attacked her rump in her own office! Than during her run, she was tranformed into a girl in a cute, Japanese school uniform, and the stinging insencts get udner her nicely short miniskirt. But at this point my strategy wreckled. I was in the restaurant again. I could not escape the dream! The family and their "demon-son" was getting photographed again. The space between the tall kid and his parents was there again. I started to think about what can it be. I should have not! Because right at this moment in the space a tall and pale ghost-woman appeared. She had had bruised marks of a hanging rope on her white neck. Than wounds of burning also started appear on her skin. That was too much! I was in desperate need to give "burn" another meaning. With my will I switched the location of my (half?)dream to a garden party of a Japanese school. The quenbee (or bitchy chairwoman of the students' counci, I am not sure, some evil character...) was standing next to the barbecue, and suddenly, by accident (or rather by some "swift hands") she fell on it! She cried out from pain! She could not stand up, and the bbq collapsed under her burning butt, causing her to scream histerically. Some typical "nerdy japanese" characters, already laughing, gathered around her laughing stronger and pointing at her...
With this picture in my head, there was a "cut" of scene. The sleep was relatively calm from this point. I have some excellent story ideas now. However I am not sure if I will ever go sleep again. If I will, I hope, that I will meet the businesswoman, the running girl and the quenbee

;) (Wink) — Description
As I said in the preview, this is not an actual fiction "novel", but rather a little story from me, and a bit about me. On Tuesday, I heard from a dining company that if you eat a truly big supper, than you will have thrilling and killing nightmares. I laughed it off: how can a nightmare be TRULY bad? Last night, I get to know.
In my dream I was in a nice restaurant in Japan. A married couple sat next to me. They were getting photographed together with a creepy guy. The man was quite tall, with a demonic smile and a face, painted to white. He looked like a clown, or a weird harlequin, but he was somewheat disturbing. And I also noticed, that there was an empty space between him and the couple, like a weird forcefield. I was curious, so I approached him. Than he shrinked to the size of a kid. He looked like...no, he WAS the ghost-kid from the horror movie, The Grudge. I get into a state of terror, I was thrilled and afraid. I wanted to run away. But I could not. I was somehow drawned to him. Later an old Japanese guy appeared. I said helo to him. He told me that he is retired and started to explain to me his hobbies. But suddenly he also shrinked and became pale. He was the boy again. At this point someone, who was also present in the restaurant said to me: "Look, you are afraid, but also attracted to it!". I suddenly awake. I was horrified. I did not want to go back to sleep! So I tried out a strategy...
I started to think about Japanese HB-scenes, being half-awake, half-sleeping. I imagined a cruel business lady, running a whale-hunter company. Running it, but suddenly she was the one running, as bees attacked her rump in her own office! Than during her run, she was tranformed into a girl in a cute, Japanese school uniform, and the stinging insencts get udner her nicely short miniskirt. But at this point my strategy wreckled. I was in the restaurant again. I could not escape the dream! The family and their "demon-son" was getting photographed again. The space between the tall kid and his parents was there again. I started to think about what can it be. I should have not! Because right at this moment in the space a tall and pale ghost-woman appeared. She had had bruised marks of a hanging rope on her white neck. Than wounds of burning also started appear on her skin. That was too much! I was in desperate need to give "burn" another meaning. With my will I switched the location of my (half?)dream to a garden party of a Japanese school. The quenbee (or bitchy chairwoman of the students' counci, I am not sure, some evil character...) was standing next to the barbecue, and suddenly, by accident (or rather by some "swift hands") she fell on it! She cried out from pain! She could not stand up, and the bbq collapsed under her burning butt, causing her to scream histerically. Some typical "nerdy japanese" characters, already laughing, gathered around her laughing stronger and pointing at her...
With this picture in my head, there was a "cut" of scene. The sleep was relatively calm from this point. I have some excellent story ideas now. However I am not sure if I will ever go sleep again. If I will, I hope, that I will meet the businesswoman, the running girl and the quenbee