Ghost Hunter

Had another weird dream last night...

I was a chubby Chinese girl, about 6 to 8 years old. Live in a quite busy town, where there were shops all around. Many old-style cars, and lorries and most of the shops have blinds at the front. I was with my grandmother, helping her out to buy and carry groceries. Don't ask me why, but I had a small scissors in my right hand.

After some time, the basket I was holding got very heavy, so I put it down. I noticed the scissors was bent at the handle, so I tried to straighten it. It was then that I noticed a guy squatting across the street, gnawing at the chicken that was supposed to be served for the gods. I remember asking myself, whether that guy knew that he's eating the god's food? Whether he knew that the gods would be mad at him for doing what he did? I also remembered wanting a piece of the chicken - it sure did look delicious! But, afraid that my grandmother would get angry, I just didn't do anything. Guess my grandmother is more fierce than the gods! LOL!

I then noticed my grandmother went into a clothes shop, so I went in too. I saw a very pretty blouse. It was white and long, with blue flowers all over. I loved most the softness of it, I wanted to hold it forever! And the lady at the shop was so nice, she actually took the blouse down from the hanger and let me hold it. She even told me she'll keep the blouse for me until I grow up, so I can buy and wear it. I remember feeling so happy, and can't wait to grow up!

Then my grandmother called me, and I followed her again. I tried straightening the scissors again. Managed to straighten the handle, but now I bent the blades. Oh well, I guess I will be able to straighten it later. And I tried so hard, my fingers hurt. I might have bled my fingers even, that's why I walked up to my grandmother to ask for a hanky.

Suddenly, I saw a head 'hanging' on the balcony. It was a gruesome, for the face looked like a ghost. The guy's eyes rolled up and the mouth was opened. I screamed and ran towards my grandmother, only to have the guy, whose head was scaring me, blocked my way. He was very angry, he grabbed me and spun me around. I saw chicken wing in his hand, and realized this was the same guy stealing the chicken from across the street! After that, I have this feling that this guy was actually a ghost!

So, the next thing I know, I was running as fast as I could. Noticed the scissors had completely broken to pieces, and I was holding the handle on my right hand, the pieces of the blades in my left. I had no idea where the grocery basket was, nor my grandmother. I simply ran...

After a moment, I turned back and saw this ghost guy closing in on me. I was desperate, so I threw the broken blades to him and he bled! But then he grabbed me and I stabbed him with the scissors handles over and over...

The next thing I know, I was sitting with some kids, a guy sitting in front us. He said something, but I can't recall what it was about. Then he asked us line up so we can pay respect to somebody. I did, but before I got in the line, I noticed it was me in the picture!

My gosh! I died, killed by a ghost!
The shock was too much that I woke up screaming!
How terrible, terrible that was! ~sweat!~