Creepin'

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I had such weird vivid dreams this morning.

I could make out at least one.

I'm in a hotel room.

It's a holiday. A getaway.

It seems to be a cruise ship.

Or some sort of resort.

I can see a pool from the window.

The door lock is spoilt. 

It doesn't feel secure.

The room was eerily quiet.

There's a huge toilet. And a big bed.

It's suddenly night time.

I am about to go to bed.

And suddenly, a strange presence was felt.

Something creepin'.

I notice something moving near the ceiling.

Weird.. bugs. Flying around the light.

They were aggressive.

One of them flies towards me.

I swat it away.

I took a spray, and sprayed water in their direction.

More comes out.

It was.. horrifying.

Something crawls behind my neck.

I freak out.

A sudden paralysis. 

I wake up. 

Missed all my alarms.

And just felt weird.

The weirdest part of that dream was...

I've had it before.

That exact same room.

And frightening experience.

It is creepy.

It's like I fell into a different dimension.

And I'm not sure if I'll ever know the meaning behind it.

Love, Eran.

Current Song Mood: Hayley Williams - Creepin' 

Batty pair of eyes creepin'
Aiming like a laser pointer
Poor little vampire baby
We bleed holy water

So why you creepin' 'round here?
(Why you creepin'?)
(Why you creepin'?)
Why you creepin' 'round?

Strange you're not a threat to me
And I admire dedication
Poor little vampire, don't you know
That I'm a moon in daylight?

Why you creepin' 'round here?
(Why you creepin'?)
(Why you creepin'?)
Why you creepin' 'round here?
(Why you creepin'?)
(Why you creepin'?)
Why you creepin' 'round?

It always starts as something so simple and innocent but
Too much of anything, you never know how to quit
You hate the taste but you don't wanna forget it
Just keep on sucking on the memory of him

(Creepin')
(Creepin')
(Why you creepin'?)

So why you creepin' 'round here?
(Why you creepin'?)
(Why you creepin'?)
Why you creepin' 'round here?
(Why you creepin'?)
(Why you creepin'?)
Why you creepin' 'round?

It always starts as something so simple and innocent but
Too much of anything, you never know how to quit
You hate the taste but you don't wanna forget it
Just keep on sucking on the memory of him

(Creepin')
(Why you creepin'?)
(Why you creepin'?)
So why you creepin' 'round here?