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I had a dream about ghosts this morning. It was weird. I cooked some meal for everyone in my family, and then things started disappearing, like food and cutlery. Then I realised it was the ghost of my dad's (past) mistress, but in reality, she is still alive. I was kind of scared at first in my dream, but then I got angry. I watched a bit of Scooby-Doo yesterday morning. I didn't realise they were still making new episodes. The gang is a lot more sarcastic these days. I kine of like their new personalities, but they've turned Daphne into an even bigger bimbo. And my mom called this morning. It was good to talk with her. She will be able to attend Great Uncle's funeral. I couldn't think of anything to give him. I'm not completely sure, but I think with tradition, they leave out food for him the night his spirit returns. They say that after someone dies, his spirit returns to his home before leaving for good, so they leave things out for him. Some find this experience scary. My grandma told me she stayed with someone who was waiting for her husband's spirit to come home. The next morning, his pillow had an indent as if his head had rested on it. I remember shortly after my paternal grandmother died, I was sitting on the floor in my bedroom crying and sobbing almost uncontrollably. I was alone, and I felt like there was a hand on my shoulder. The feeling was strong enough that I reached out my hand to cover it, but there was nothing physically there, obviously. Anyway, I felt comforted after that. Well, on a lighter note, I might be going out for sushi with sushiguy this weekend. I'm not sure I ever gave him a nickname, but he's the guy I went out with last week where we had a great time. And then I figured he lost interest. I guess now he is just a sushi buddy. But I have been craving sushi. And I have been craving popcorn. I want to try the stovetop method next time. |
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