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My mother and I were walking around the mall. I got my glasses fixed. My mom was eating ice cream. Then we were at my apartment no lights were on just the tv. I was sitting on the floor naked and my mom was on the couch. A man walked into my apartment and I ran to get clothes on. It was suppose to be my uncle who passed away a few years ago but it didnt look like him. we were talking and I was telling him that he should have held on I could have helped him. We were dancing and I started crying. The song hold on by wilson philips was playing and my mom was looking at me as if I was dancing alone. I woke up with a relax feeling.

I am in a really large house with glass windows and beautiful paintings. The kitchen had a chef and there were two islands where one of my friends Matthew was sitting. I went up to talk to him and my mom came just after, he asked her whether or not he could have a drink and she said yes and I said no jokingly. She yelled at me and told me that I was being disrespectful. Matthew and I then sitting on two white chairs with our laptops. He goes to the washroom and an indian boy around my age comes upstairs and puts a knife to the back of neck and tells me to get up. He says “this is for the best” and lights a match and puts it on the ground. He forces me to walk down the stairs into the basement, ties me to a chair and turns of all the lights. I say “hello” over and over again but no one replies. Eventually I try to get up but he puts what I think is a needle up against my neck. I begin crying. I then hear a boy screaming loudly (who I assume to be Matthew) and hear the roaring of a fire. I scream loudly trying to allow someone to hear me in which time the young indian boy sticks me with the needle.

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