Caspar

Date: 5/17/2022

My friend is staying at with me in our guest house. She starts her period and changes the sheets. I need pants because I’m concerned about something outside. I look at all the pants and they are completely worn out in the legs to the ankles, by design. Also, size 5. there are like 50 pair. Where did they come from? I don’t own that many, and I’m size 8, sometimes 10. I hear a loud noise outside. I’m terrified, AND I can’t find pants. I decide to wear the 8s. It’s a dream, they will fit. I look outside and a chair is spinning in circles by itself. My friend YS is behind me. I see a little ghost, and it’s the size of a cereal box. It is the source of all this. It appears before my eyes. I’m angry and want to protect my friend. I yell at it, but no sound emerges. I remember that this often happens when I dream. I can’t scream. I break the silence and tell that ghost where it can go.