I followed her into the woods

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I FOLLOWED HER INTO THE WOODS

WRITTEN AND PUBLISHED BY : LYDIA REES



Talofa my hunnies and if you are reading this blog, congratulations because i never officially announced or promoted its release. Ending 2018, i feel that its necessary to release a blog that has sat in my drafts for a few years. Grab what you need, kick back, and enjoy.
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I was in New Zealand Auckland and we had just checked into our hotel. I had a bedroom to myself but the beds were split into two. I finally laid down and had a nap and had one of the most scariest dreams ever. I have only ever told my family members only moments after i woke up.

Its starts off in the forest, confused and shaken I'm looking around me like where the fuck am I, obviously. Exactly how you would feel if one moment you were in bed after an annoying flight and the next, you're in a fucking forest. It was strange because although it looked cold with the fog and the leaves blowing around me, i didn't feel cold. Sun was going down and i'm still pacing around like a lunatic, looking around trying to spot a building or any sign of civilisation. I notice a girl in a white dress walking away from me. Cliche I know, but i did the typical 'white person in a horror film', and followed her. I started calling out to her " hello, excuse me, hello?". She wouldn't respond and so my instant reaction was "what a rude bitch".  I kept on following her as we moved further into the forest. And as i was walking far behind her, i noticed her touch the leaves on the trees and bushes as we passed, brushing her hand on the trees as she slide past. Rubbing leaves between her index and thumb. Pretty one with nature, and attentive to her surroundings for a bitch.

Getting annoyed and more frustrated, louder i yelled out, "where are you going, excuse me, help, i'm lost, can you stop walking, excuse me", but she never slowed down or never turned around. Her long dark brown hair brushed her back as she walked. I was mesmerised by her but had no idea why. It was like my soul just knew to follow her but my mind was telling me not to. If anything, i should be running away from her. I noticed up ahead, there was a body of water, almost like a big pond. The smallest drops of daylight reflected onto it surface, imitating the stars that would appear at night. The forest was getting a lot more dense and so i was pushing more branches and leaves out of my face which is when i noticed her standing still. I was still far behind her and when i walked a bit closer, i pushed another branch out of my way and noticed her holding something in her right hand, hanging from a tree. I drew a bit closer and saw that, what she was holding was a noose. Yep, not only was she a rude bitch but also a crazy bitch.

Frightened of what she might do to herself, i paced towards her yelling "hold on, what are you doing, excuse me, stop" and just as i was an arm stretch away from her, she turned her head to face me and bitch. it was me. it was fucking me. her small eyes, wide nose, small lips, chubby cheeks, and small ears. it was literally me. she smiled at me and i was in shock. to the point where i felt frozen and as i began walking backwards, my knees were like jelly, my hands frozen and my mouth dropped with fear. I began walked backwards faster and faster until i was almost running and that's when i woke up. I woke up in a cold sweat, heavy breathing, struggling to identify where i was. Why i was now surround by white walls as opposed to towering trees. I looked for a pen around me but the only thing near was my make up bag so i used my liquid eyeliner to sketch out what i saw on my thigh and it was truly horrifying.

No words will ever describe how real this dream felt for me. And two years on, I think i finally understand its meaning. My inner self conscious was guiding me to kill of a part of me that was not becoming toxic. I believe that when she smiled at me, it was almost like reassurance, that she knew what she was doing. I know that this dream served me more good than bad, almost like a warning.

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cya x
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