It's the middle of the night. I am looking out of my balcony. A garbage truck rolls by collecting garbages. I see my dad working the lever that compresses the trash. Then I see a boy that I know from church. He frolicking right on to the trunk of the truck. When he got on my dad, not noticing the boy, pulled the lever that compresses the garbage. I ran out screaming "stop stop stop!" I desperately look for the red button that would stop the compression. At this moment I was so sad and terrified of the fact that I couldn't stop the impending doom of the boy. Finally, my dad release the lever and the compression claw opened. A detached head fell out and dangled about on the mouth of the trunk.
I woke up with the same feeling I had since I ran out screaming, terrified and sad. I also had fear from an supernatural being. I stayed in my bed covering up. I never had such a horrific dream.
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