A Tell-Tale of Hatred
Last night I had the strangest dream, in which I became a female version of Frodo Baggins (yes, the hobbit). I stood there, in a long tunnel, womb-like place taken straight out from the scene of Lord of The Rings trilogy (in the Land of Moria, to be exact). Silence and darkness crept out everywhere like mist, but deep inside my head there was a soft voice that keeps telling me to go ahead, to reach until the end of tunnel where a big box lies ahead. Turned out it was more like a Pandora’s Box, and when I opened, a creature, half-like Succubus (a demon or fiend; a lascivious spirit supposed to have sexual intercourse w/ men by night without their knowledge) and half-like Gollum (the beastier version) emerged and all of a sudden tried to strangle me and seized My Precious 
There was a horrifying duel- but unfortunately no swords or cool weapons like lightsaber or Dumbledore’s phoenix (or magic wand) involved :-p Instead, I threw stones- how uncool- constantly at the creature until it screamed in horror and vanished in the air. And I, safe and sound apart from deep cuts, scratches and bruises that seem take months (or maybe longer) to heal- got My Precious.
And I suddenly woke up.
Felt dizzy and nauseous.
And I feel like want to throw stones at some people.
Aaaarrrrggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
