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analytic |
| ..today.midnight.is.wearing.. |
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long skirt, new quicksilver blue V-Neck sweater |
Last night I had a dream.
I got shot by someone vaguely familiar, yet I was unsure who the person was. He shot me about 8-16 times however I knew it was a dream, therefore I was unable to feel a thing.
I began to reason with my assasin, whilst he was torturing my friends. I knew that these people were my friends, yet I had not a clue to their identities. Soon after, he vanished. I decided to run, I couldn't physically run dar, but I had to get to somewhere safe, where there were people to look after me.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, but they felt like lead. It was about 2 in the morning at this time. I ran around the fence dividing the neighbours and our houses, and sprinted down their drive. I opened their porch and pounded on their front doors. My fists did not appear to be making a sound, it was extremely muffeled. So I kicked and kicked, but there was no answer.
I decided that I wan't getting an answer from the OyleOyle's so I figured that I was standing in a glass porch and if the assasin was to leave my house, he would see me. So I curled up in a ball on the floor.
Then Ayo came to the door
"He murdered me and my friends" (what bad grammar the heidi of my dreams has!)
I shouted, aware that it was very quiet and if I was too loud, he could possibly hear me. Ayo let me in, comforted me, and let me sleep on his sofa.
From the point where i was running, I no longer knew that i was dreaming, it seemed so real.
They had alot of visitors, all children. Not all relatives though, surely. Most were british, the OyleOyle's are Nigerian.
All these children stooped over me like hawks...
From this point on, all I remember is feeling scared, I think. |
