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My mom, my sister and I were sleeping in my aunt's bed in my grandpa's house (my aunt used to live with my grandpa). I woke up in the middle of the night and i see the door of the basement opened. I get scared and wake up my mom but she and my sister don't wake up. I get even more scared and call the police. The police don't come so i make the courageous decision to close the door and go back to sleep. I wake up to m y grandpa and my mom sitting in the basement of my granpa's house; my sister is no where to be seen. Suddenly a woman who is a bit over weight but very pretty opens the door, she is dressed in black. I attack her. I yell for my mom so she can call the police but she doesn't even answer. Without even caring about the girl I find my mom. She has been shot by someone, maybe the robber from that night. And then I wake up, the dream is over. I wake up pretty sad, scared and early

Sitting in a half circle of friends, me in the middle. A Lady/healer of sorts was waving some sort of wand at each of us in random turn. as she did so, it vibrated and made a sort of sonar noise that varied per person. I was last, and I was nervous for her to get to me. The wand vibrated wildly and release a high pitched sonar wave that kept increasing and increasing until I finally smacked the wand out of the lady's hand. She stared at me appalled, and everyone around me was also staring in awe. It was a power indicator wand apparently.

It's a puzzle. That I've never seen the front of. It's a puzzle. That's a mystery to all but one. It's a puzzle. That is much bigger than me. I look at the other pieces, Connected. Sitting snugly within Their own places. And then I see the hooks. The hooks that I have screwed into my own hands. They hurt. But they're the only way To stay. To connect. How I wish I could unscrew the hooks, And fall to the floor, To be kicked under the cabinet. But I'm afraid. That if I let go, The pieces around me will let go. That if I let go, There will be a rippling effect. That will darken my corner of the puzzle And those around me will no longer fit snugly into their place. The hooks hurt my hands. They always have my attention. Pulling. Bleeding. But they'll stay screwed in, Holding on to my place. My place in the puzzle.

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