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Scary Dream

July 16, 2007



Night time, I was walking, and I find a lady outside our house. She was wearing a flowered one-piece dress, seemed to be in her late 40s, apparently waiting for someone. “Excuse me, but do you live in this house?” she asked worriedly pointing at a fenceless, Spanish, post-modern design building behind her.

“As a matter of fact, I do, ma’am,” I replied with a smile. “Would you like to come inside?”

“No, thank you. I was looking for a friend, and I asked your chambermaid who lived here, but all she did was look at me and walk back inside.” She said with a sigh.

“Oh? I’m sorry for the disrespect. How did she look like?” I embarrasingly asked.

She rolled her eyes, and held her chin, “She was wearing a white dress and she had her hair tied. It wasn’t very long.”

I tried to imagine, “White dress? What did it look like?”

She looked down, with hand still on her chin. After a brief pause, she looked up, opened her arms, smiled, and said, “Like this.”

She was wearing the white dress.


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