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No. 76575
My dream began with me living with my extended family, somewhere rural and wasteland-like. It reminded me of Oklahoma during the Great Depression. In the foyer there was a small, old, decrepit tree growing through the floor. It was only about five feet high but it was thick and black and all gnarled. The ghost of my dead cousin was haunting the tree.
Everyone else in the house had accepted the haunting. The ghost just kinda wandered around the house, moved stuff sometimes. It wasn't much of a nuisance but they still wanted rid of her. It was almost a hobby for me and my other cousins: try and get rid of the ghost. She would talk to us if we asked, and would usually tell us to do all this occult stuff to put her soul at peace. The father of the household, my uncle, made a concerted effort one day and my dead cousin told him that we had to all prick our fingers with a needle and make a daily blood sacrifice on the tree. So a regiment of blood sacrifice was instituted. I know this was bullshit though, she had told us to do shit like this before and it never worked.
The next day I went up to the tree, and my dead cousin was wandering aimlessly around it as usual. I made eye contact and began striding up to her with intent. She took notice and steeled herself, but when I came closed enough I embraced her. Normally we couldn't touch her, but this time I could hold her like she was hellza there. She started crying, and I held her closer and told her it was going to be okay. I asked her why she was making us do all these silly things. She replied that she just wanted us to leave. She was bound to the tree and couldn't move on to the afterlife, but just wanted to be alone. I released her from my embrace and told her to tell me what had happened to her. She had died before I came to live here, but I had a vague memory that she had died in some kind of accident, or of a disease. At this request my cousin began sobbing again, shaking her head and telling me she couldn't. I said if she couldn't tell me that she should show me, implying I wanted her to possess me and give me some sort of ghost-vision. She seemed taken aback and asked if I was sure, as she could cause a lot of havoc if allowed to possess a human. I told her that I trusted her, at which she slowly melted into my body.
I relived the moments of her death. My poor cousin was in her room, writing, when our great aunt came in. Our great aunt was very old and cruel. In this instance, she was also drunk. The old aunt began to berate my cousin, mocking her youthful beauty out of jealousy. My cousin began to grow afraid and backed up into the corner of her room as our great aunt loomed over her, a drunken tower of ancient envy. The great aunt began to beat her with a bottle of liquor. When the bottle broke she began to cut her. I remember experiencing all of my cousins emotions and sensations during this time, it was awful.
Suddenly I was back standing by the decrepit tree with the ghost of my cousin. She was crying again, apologizing profusely for putting me through that unfortunate experience. I was shaking from the vision, but told her that it was okay. I told her I would make sure our great aunt was turned in, that she paid.
The next day the police came and arrested my great aunt. They dragged her kicking and screaming through the old house and out into the desert. The rest of my family was very somber, but we noticed that, at last, the ghost of my dead cousin had passed on and no longer haunted the decrepit tree in the foyer.
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