Cez Presents: Ghosts and Grandmas

Date: 10/8/2018

I barely think it was much of a dream and more of a different state of consciousness. I dreamt that I was bored of dreaming, and preformed an out of body experience so I could walk around my room, kinda get stuff done etc. But this proved to be boring also, because I didn't have enough strength to pick anything up and I got kinda bored reading the titles of my books without opening them, so I decided to go ghost hunting in the fifth dimension because why not. I separated my consciousness into thirds, and set out the two pieces to walk around the building and chill, while my main consciousness vegged out on the bed. Watching myself sleep, making weird sounds with my hands the usual. Kinda disappointed that I couldn't grasp a phone in this plane because I was LITERALLY GRASPING THE PHONE IRL I just wanted painfully to dottle on my phone while unconscious. Watching myself sleep, making weird sounds with my hands the usual. Kinda disappointed that I couldn't grasp a phone in this plane of reality. I just wanted painfully to dottle on my phone while unconscious. I didn't like the fact that you have to be physically awake to use a phone. So one of my consciousnesses picked up a presence coming from 72nd street. And I heard a red spirit crying. It was a girl. I tried to console the child, only 4, as best as I could but when she came to hug me I was filled with her memories. She was originally from a small village in Taiwan. She lived on a small farm with many pigs and chickens. She played and laughed like a normal kid would, but her parents argued on whether they needed a daughter, and found her as unhelpful and costly like a stray runt. She played and laughed like a normal kid would, but her parents argued on whether they needed a daughter, and found her as unhelpful and costly like a stray runt. They wanted a boy who could later inherit and manage the property and look after them in old age. One day while her parents were consulting finances, the girl wandered off to see the pigs But after her trip to the barn, she was caught by two of the farm hand and was brutally assaulted there. After the incident, she no longer laughed and played but stayed in the house and cried for long hours about being hurt in the stomach. Because her parents now saw her as a nuisance than a misfit, she was adopted by her "grandmother in the States" She moved to America with little possessions and had her name changed to Claudia or "Little Claudia" to sound more Americanized Although it seemed good at first, Claudia soon realized that her grandmother was just as neglecting as her parents and much more strict too. Now she couldn't even play anymore and would bring up tai life at the farm to her grandmother's most prestigious dinner guests She refused to learn English and her pains got worse and worse. By the end of the sixth week in her grandmother's care, the girl was dead, her grandmother shortly after. As the memories stopped, the 4 year old cried out for their grandmother. I conglomerated myself back into to confinement of my own bedroom. Realizing that she did not transport back with me, even as I held her hand. As my thoughts became one in my bedroom a booming voice cut through the silence: "WHY HAVE YOU UPSET MY DEAR LITTLE CLAUDIA?!" I turned, staring past my own body to see a misshapen face bulging out of the wall. "Please I didn't mean any harm." "THAT STUPID GIRLS IN ENOUGH TROUBLE ALREADY! DONT YOU DARE TOUCH HER!" "I'm only trying to help." "YOU ARE BAD PERSON." "She's crying... I think she needs your attention.." The windows opened up. A hideous gargoyle figure hunched over my window peaking out between the curtain. "DUMB, SO DUMB, YOU'RE DUMB. SHE ONLY HELPED IF SHE COMES TO ME. IF SHE TRUSTED YOU ENOUGH. HA! CANT EVEN DO THAT." I called out, searching the streets, asking little Claudia to please come with me. But everywhere I looked, everytime I tried, her hand slipped through Mine Desperate, I tried transporting many times into my room, without the hand of Little Claudia. The hag laughed and crooned "GOOD. I NEVER WANTED TO SEE THAT LITTLE DAUGHTER EVER AGAIN." I stared back at her in disgust. "You're a terrible old lady." I stopped to concentrate, and watched in horror as my mom slowly woke up and started preparing for the day. Straightening the blown curtains, cleaning up bits and pieces of the house. The old lady danced around the room in delight as I kept focusing on the task at hand. Her body was disfigured and distorted not in a disabled way but more like a living Picasso I saw her provoking me behind my mother as she woke me up for the day. "Hey it's 6:30, you have to wake up." I woke up and looked at the windows, all the way open with the wind in the curtains.