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Last night I dreamed that there was a blanket of red sand that was covering where we lived. It started a few miles away and was headed in our direction in a few days. I was at work and we had to get everything ready at the store and get people prepared via the news and word of mouth. Some guy was living in our basement and he had slept thru all the mass hysteria but woke up just as it hit our backyard. It covered the yard, the house (including the roof), the car, etc. It was just a BLANKET of extremely hot red sand. Since the power was out, Becky wanted to know if I could bbq on the porch and I told her we had to wait because there was danger with carbon monoxide poisoning if I put the grill on the porch...since the house was covered and there was no ventilation.

To walk around an unknown victorian house, with people I don't know. Some strange advice to leave, but I keep getting detracted by what is there. People I don't know acting strange. People start dying. Then a cutscene zooming into a puppy with big dark eyes. The eyes pull me in. Then I'm in a room of the house again and I'm watching a man die. He is nice and was making me feel comforted in this house, where I have only felt anxiety. I remember it was something that turned into a fit before he died. The puppy again shortly after he dies...Somehow I think the murderer is the puppy. After so many times…I grab the puppy and run. It turns into a kitten but it's clawing me and I react, and I feel the bones crunch. I am outside.. The yard is very large, I am in the garden. The garden is full of angels, I don't look at the angels and I don't blink. I set the kitten down. It's dead. I can't decide if I feel okay because it's murderer or terrible because it's a kitten. Mostly how did it become a kitten when it was just a puppy. The next death in the house is no longer a puppy and now they're all kittens. The last thing I see is a watch with pink straps in my hand. I am setting it down in the garden. The animals I brought down there are not there anymore. I notice more angels in the garden. I stare at one for a while. Realize a certain angel wearing the necklace of a recent victim…it's pink as well. The realization of each victim in the house becoming an angel in the garden kills me. Wakes me up. Whatever you want to call it.

They were foreclosing on my house, the auctioneer was selling off all of my belongings inside my house, I was standing in my front yard on the grass with 2 orderlies holding each one of my arms as I was bawling because DHS (Department of Human Services) was there taking my youngest daughter away from me and placing her in foster care because my 3 older daughters were standing on the sidewalk and were having me committed because they had everyone convinced I was crazy. They were standing off to the side on the sidewalk, while I watched everything I love being taken away from me. On the other side of the street was a 1950's white panel ambulance ready to take me to the loony bin in Independence, Iowa. (that is where we have our state run psycho ward.

To walk around an unknown victorian house, with people I don't know. Some strange advice to leave, but I keep getting detracted by what is there. Too many strangers in this house. People I don't know acting strange. People start dying. Then a cutscene zooming into a puppy with big dark eyes. The eyes pull me in. Then I'm in a room of the house again and I'm watching a man die. He is nice and was making me feel comforted in this house, where I have only felt anxiety. I remember it was something that turned into a fit before he died. The puppy again shortly after he dies...Somehow I think the murderer is the puppy. After so many times…I grab the puppy and run. It turns into a kitten but it's clawing me and I react, and I feel the bones crunch. I am outside.. The yard is very large, I am in the garden. The garden is full of angels, I don't look at the angels and I don't blink. I set the kitten down. It's dead. I can't decide if I feel okay because it's murderer or terrible because it's a kitten. Mostly how did it become a kitten when it was just a puppy. The next death in the house is no longer a puppy and now they're all kittens. The last thing I see is a watch with pink straps in my hand. I am setting it down in the garden. The animals I brought down there are not there anymore. I notice more angels in the garden. I stare at one for a while. Realize a certain angel wearing the necklace of a recent victim…it's pink as well. The realization of each victim in the house becoming an angel in the garden kills me. Wakes me up. Whatever you want to call it.

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