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I'm at a party in my back yard, I go into the garage and something happens in garage and from what I know I was shot in the head…not known if accident, attempted murder or self-inflicted. Everyone is at a loss. I keep trying to talk, but no one can hear me…..except for Robert, he looks to be around 13. He and I are talking, then, I tell him I have to call Suzanne and tell her before she hears it from anyone else. She hears me fine on the phone and is very upset that I have been shot. I try to call the doctor’s office to get an appointment and they say I’m not due for one, even thought my Rx is expiring and the nurse on the other end, she then says it’s too close to your son's wedding. I look out the window and Caryle is pushing a baby stroller (she looks about 30) and on her way into the house. I make an attempt to hide. People are in and out of the house and I want them to leave. Bobby can’t hear me and Robert isn’t able to get his attention. I then realize the only people that I can connect with have already passed away.

My brother and I walk up to a local school to see a bank of phone that only one has a while flag on it meaning it can be used. There is instructions saying to pick it up and it will call the office. I pick it up and immediately hang it back up. We walk to the edge of the property and there we go swimming in the road in the clearest, bluest water. I look up and see thunder in a cloud that is coming towards us. I dunk myself underwater and when I come up the storm cloud is even bigger and swirling over top of a yellow plastic slide. I get my brother and we get into an older car. I try to start it but it won't start. We start rolling backwards and roll past my grams house. I can't get it to stop using the brakes. I turn around a corner and there is a car coming. I am trying to still start the car and driving backwards. I steer away from that car and another one comes. I swing the car around to the other side of the street and miss that car. There is another cat that I miss but it hits a parked car.

I was walking through a burial ground dressed in a black skirt suit. Very professional looking and carrying a brown leather brief case in one hand. The briefcase contained a loaded hand gun). No one knew what was inside the case except me. On the opposite side to where I was walking were a group of professional looking people dressed in black also. They were people of high office in the land and they were all walking and discussing important issues. We were all heading in a southern direction. I was on one street and they were on a parallel street running between the burial sites. I was walking very quickly as if on a mission. As I proceeded on, suddenly I came across an opening on the street and so I had to walk around it to contin ue on my journey.

I was at a university with a friend. As my friend left I was in the lobby waiting. A lady called my name to come back and meet with her. She started asking me all the questions, and tried to convince me to apply for their masters program. I told her I didn't even have my undergrad. She scoffed as well as another lady in the office. I simply told her that my job didn't require a masters and that I was successful in what I was doing already. I left frustrated looking for my friend.

It was the day before and I was getting ready for a dance recital. I was super excited and I was getting makeup and bringing pretty clothes and everything. The next morning, my mom took me to a cafe to get me cozy before the recital. We were in a big hurry then because we were going to be late and then when I got there, I was tardy but the dance hadn't started yet. I still had time so I was relieved. Then a fellow dancer of mine was welcoming me, and some of the girls were applying makeup in front of the mirror. I thought I should follow lead, but then I realized I had forgotten something major and had to go back. So I went back and I was in this secluded place with mountains near. It was like something from an ancient folktale with mountain tribes. Then, as I was about to go into a little private shop, a few people caught my eyes. They were, like, wearing gangster clothing and they had big beards and kind of looked like hippies. Except they weren't, because I knew they were gangsters. And as they began to stomp, slowly and rhythmically, through the surroundings, I felt a sense of impending doom, and I was waiting tensely. As I waited, they finally attacked and began to shoot people down. It passed quickly, and I didn't remember much of it. When the attack had finally passed, I felt like I had just woken up from a long dream. I knew I had been subject to a shooting, but it felt really surreal. And since so many people were dead, and there was a loudspeaker talking about how people had died in this recent shooting, I was confused. Did I survive? Or was I dead and just a ghost of my former self, pretending to be alive? Anyways, I was really incredulous because I had just survived this shooting and the news had just been here and they didn't even care about what had happened to me. Then I could go back to my school, but now I had missed the recital and my teacher would be angry at me. So I went back to school for a short while and didn't let anyone see me, and I saw all the other dancers and people congratulating them and I felt disappointed I hadn't attended. But I didn't tell my mom anything and we drove to the psychiatrist because we had an appointment that day. However, I didn't want to tell the psychiatrist what happened. I just hung around the hospital lobby for awhile and the doctor at the front was staring at me. I went to the psychiatrist's office for awhile, and we talked, and then I left. Then my classmates began filing into the same hospital I was in. An alarm went off and everyone was told to remain calm and go with their heads down and their arms covering their heads. The scenery kind of morphed into a school and I felt like we were waiting to be dismissed. So anyways, suddenly all my teachers and the students of my school were there. I was bending down with a bunch of boys near me. I think they were joking around. I saw my history teacher speaking to everyone and once, I caught the head of my psychiatrist. People were telling the kids to remain calm.