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I keep on having those dreams. Creepy, and most certainly strange.

I was a surgeon of some sort (wearing a clean, white lab gown), and I had to stitch the head of girl back to its neck. I did, successfully. And she came back to life. But then it was decided that it should be restitched, so her head was cut off again.

I had to do the procedure again, and the girl came to for the second time. However, she had been possessed by an evil spirit. I knew because she came to life before I could finish the last stitch.

There was a chase in the dark hospital that I work in. Sometimes she would materialize, sometimes she was a ghost. She was always going after me, apparently trying to hurt (or kill) me.

I was washing my hands when she finally got to me. She stabbed the back of my neck, and it went through my throat. The other doctors were quick to put on a bandage on it. They urged me to escape. I tried to talk, but only air came out of my mouth unless I hold my throat tightly.

I still hold my throat every now and then.