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I was in the mall in a black dress with people who i think were my friends and i saw some gorgeous shoes and i wanted them so i climbed all the way to the top of the shelves to get them and when i got to the top i was just relaxing holding the shoes . next thing i know like i saw that the shoes werent in my size but i still wanted to buy them but decided not to and climbed down to the ground where everyone saw my mint green underwear and were asking me about them

I was in the mall in a black dress with people who i think were my friends and i saw some gorgeous shoes and i wanted them so i climbed all the way to the top of the shelves to get them and when i got to the top i was just relaxing holding the shoes . next thing i know like i saw that the shoes werent in my size but i still wanted to buy them but decided not to and climbed back down to the ground where everyone saw my mint green underwear and were asking me about them

I flew high above the sandy beach, following a trail of pokeballs that were scattered, half-buried. I spotted a figure with some sort of bazooka, shooting these pokeballs. I flew toward him, and caught up with the man at a playground next to some sort of a burger stand. It turned out to be a friend I had caught up with recently. His cousin was there, too. We talked for awhile, and then the burger stand decided to stand up. Much like a transformer. I woke up after that.

I seem to be in a city, mind says dc, going to college. Swimming, bored. So I decide to go buy some weed. Hook up with some black dudes i had gone through before. Meet in strange graffiti out sub terrain tunnel. There is 2 of them. Other people everywhere. Get the weed, shake hands. I'm sitting on a bench and 3 more black dudes charge down the stairs. Big chrome guns catch my eye immidiately. They say, you know why we're here, to the dealers. Dead silence. They say get on the ground. I can't tell if they are talking to everyone in general or my 2 black dealers. Im becoming worried that they may think I am with them. Everybody in the tunnel lays down. I was the last to do so, very slowly, onto my side. Head towards the wall, feet towards them and slightly tucked under the bench I was sitting on. The first shot rings out, I can't see anything but I can feel sharp fragments hitting me.  Concrete?bone? Bullet? Not sure. Another shot rings out, and another. In total 12 shots ring out, all with an unnerving 2-3 second gap between them. No one screamed, nothing. I could feel the fragments and shock wave of each shot. Just the shots echoed in the tunnel. Then dead silence. I wait maybe 10 seconds before getting up. Everybody is still laying down on the ground. They only shot the 2 dealers. I exit up the stairs and into the street, holding back tears. There is a hippy girl sitting out side what I thought was the court house, or some other government building. I give her the weed.   "here" "Thank you!" "it's not worth it" I speed walk back to my college place. Go straight to the pool and jump in , letting myself float to the bottom for a long time. I ponder taking a big breath of water, but don't. I keep thinking someone is going to fish me put, but they just stand over the side and watch me. I get out of the pool and seek counsel in juniors girlfriend , who is not his girl in real life. We talk about how Scotty is in jail over herb. When josh comes in I hide my emotions and crack jokes. I wake up sweating and unnerved.

I’m lying on the ground, with blood covering my left leg, and I’m also miscarrying a child. I’m wiping up the blood on my leg with a black towel (like at work, so that stains don’t show up) that’s completely soaked through with my blood and want another towel. For some reason, I have to move from where I’m lying so I stand up and with every step I take, I cry out from the pain. Dad yells at mom each time I cry out, because he doesn’t want me in pain, but won’t come help me himself. I keep moving and keep crying out and soaking up the blood from my leg.

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