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Collecting several mice, and putting them in a broken cage. The mice keep trying to escape, but can't. Friends give me golden tolkens for an overpriced bookstore. An antique graphic novel of a videogame has moving illustrations in the middle of the book. A famous author uses a paint brush to sign the first page of the book. Black blood flows backwards out of the paint brush, and it leaks out of the top of the book. The cashier hands me a bowl of icecream cake.

My little brother had died in my dream. He was getting ready to go off to college but somethin g happened, im not sure how he died. But my parents told me in my dream and I was crushed. I felt this huge weight descend upon me and I was overwhelmed. I thought I was on the couch but when I looked up, I was standing by the huge window in our living room. I watched as our van drove away like it had when my 1 year old foster brother went back to his father. I couldn't breathe because I was so sad and angry this was happening....again. An old, beat up green truck (a truck my brother would have loved) was backing into our drive way. I heard my sister say, "someone's here" and when I looked into the reflection in the glass I saw my friend that passed away a year ago.I said quietly "Derek? Why are you here? What does this mean?" I remember being so sad, words just fail to describe it. But Derek lowered his head and shook it as he put a hand on my shoulder. My parents looked at me with their tear filled eyes like I was crazy. I went to the door, it felt like it took forever, but as I did all my memories of my brother flooded me. I finally reach the door and it's a little boy with his back turned to me. I place my hand on his shoulder to turn him toward as me. As I turn h i m, he morphhs into my 6 foot tall brother: he was crying and smiling, brushing this all off like would in a joke. "Please, please dont leave! I love you. Please don't go." He hands me a dish with food, smiles, hugs me and leaves for the truck. Derek comes out and again places his hand on my shoulder. "It's going to be ok." He whispers in my ear. Derek hugs me and then gets in the truck with my brother. I'm left on the porch, darkness descends upon me and I cry. Because I dont want to be ok, I want them all back. My brothers....When I went back inside, my parents ashed me to write his obituary but I could with that face starring back at me because once I write it, he's really gone. My brother really would be gone. And that's when I woke up crying because it felt too real to be a dream.

I, along with specfic others, were told to paint the entire town yellow in preperation for a specific day. To paint the town we didn't have to use brushes or paint we just aimed our hands where we wanted the paint to go and it would paint that place yellow. We were given this power. However i could change the color from yellow to anything i wanted, and at times i could set my finger tips on fire rather that paint with them but i caused no harm to myself.The specfic day had come and i was painting my house amd i saw people in gas masks with axes walk by, at the time i though nothing of it. There was clock but all i knew was it was dark outside and my dad went to the car to grab my phone while i finshed painting. My mom frantically called me inside and rushed me to my room where two of my friends where hinding in my closet. I was extremly confused and my mom then took me to the garage and had me stare through a peep hole where i saw my dad lying face down on the cement of my drive way with an X carved into his head and an axe wound over it, he had been killed. My mom told me today was the day of mass killings and we went back to hide. I however did not want to hide. Something in my head told me today was my day to meet my destiny and i had to strangle ten people but i did not wish to harm people. my friend and i entered a door in my house and we exited onto a random street we were rushing towards my school and went through multiple obstacels and i was fearing for my life. We reached a door of my school and entered quickly, the entrance emitted light and i felt very strange and then i woke up.

So i meet this very attractive guy we talk we get connected where in a bar. he ask me to dance we dance as were are dancing he tells me hes going to the marines on friday i say so you leave in two days. i get sad and keep saying your leaving in two days. he ask to take a picture with me and in the picture he asks me to smile in the photo. we go to the bathroom but it does not look like a bar bathroom. he takes off his shirt wets his body with shower water we take a picture im smiling. i really like taking pictures and i did not like the photo, so i told him to take another we did. but in the second picture my hair was done and he was shirtless brushing his teeth.

My mother passed away in 1980; I lost the ability to picture in my mind a few years later. Last night I dreamed about being at the ocean with a group of people, my daughter and great niece were there and we were swimming. there were bleachers there and my sister-in-law was sitting there. I went up to see her and saw my mother very vividly sitting beside her. I went over to talk to her and looked down and there were tons of flea-like insects crawling on my ankle. I was trying to brush them off and noticed this big bug embedded in my leg; I asked my mother to get it off and she said no because it was a stink bug but she started pealing off my leg; on the inside of this bug was all black. she finally got the bug off but the head was inserted into my leg so I just turned my leg over and the head fell out. then I was at this house where this group and I had been staying and I was standing on this big ladder trying to get my clothes off the line because I wanted to go home with Rhonda but I knew she had already left. As I was throwing my clothes down they became so heavy that the ladder tipped over and I fell. I landed on my feet but broke both of my leg and a rib which punctured my lung. It ended with me being in the hospital going into surgery.

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