Soon we had the sound of native drumming and gongs playing music out side and we went outside and somehow immediately we stepped out, everybody with me disappeared and i was alone wearing white and it was like a burial. It was my husband that they were burying in a casket (God forbid). I ran back into the house crying and there in the sitting room was my husband with cotton wool stuffed in his nostril sited on the dinning table eating. I told him that people were about to bury him outside but he didnt respond. he only gestured with his hands that i join him. I joined him and we ate. I was about asking him why he had cotton wool in his nose when i was woken up by my crying baby. I woke up with goose pimples over my body. I couldn't even lift my baby. I woke my husband and told him and all he could say was that he warned me against watching horror nollywood films and went back to sleep. I have breastfeed my baby and i have prayed with olive oil against the spirit of death but the goose pimples on my body wont go away, its almost 2 hours now yet i feel like i have an unseen evil spirit in my house, I am scared of this village. please what do I do now and worse is that time seem to be unusually slow and day break is no where in sight.
Blog Reader Gladys Cant Sleep After Having This Terrible Dream
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