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I am sitting in my second period classroom in a different seat than I usually do. A different teacher is also talking to the class, sitting on a familiar wooden stool. She isn’t teaching, she is just making conversation. Everyone is packed up and I get the sense that we are waiting for a call to let us go. I check the clock and it is about eleven am. The class keeps talking and I become impatient. When my teacher finally dismisses us, I turn around and notice it is 3:00 pm! I’m confused on why we have stayed in one class for four hours. The dream suddenly changes to a warm, candlelit dining room. The walls are light colored and the chairs dark wood. There’s even a tablecloth with set crystal glasses. I’m sitting next to my brother and sister, who for some reason are now Caucasian. My father is Dennis Quaid and he is warning us to be nice. Somehow I already know that the mother in my dream has died months ago and my father is just now finding a new woman, and she is coming over for dinner. My white brother and sister are sullen, but I am welcoming. She rings the doorbell and my father dashes up to open the door. My father’s prospective girlfriend , tall and blond, walks in and is seated my father. My brother and sister say hello reproachfully and I smile warmly and introduce myself. We are making awkward conversation when a letter is delivered for my father. He opens it and it is written by someone who has his exact same handwriting. It’s signed in by his name, with blood dried onto the signature. My father says that it threatens us to leave the house and nothing bad will happen. It’s strange because the letter is written to my father, from my father, and dated in the future. I wake up.

I got a letter from my best friend in boot camp with hearts all over it. I took my time with it. I read the entire adress on the front, looked at my name written in his sloppy handwriting Then looked at the paper but didn't read the words. I looked over to the corner of my room and noticed that there was a huge whole in between the ceiling and the wall. I looked out to see fallen trees had destroyed everything in my yard, not only my room but my pool, a trampoline that I don't have in real life, and other things I can't really remember. Then suddenly I was back in my room there was no hole, and I looked back at my letter then woke up before reading what it said.

I had a vision of seeing twin boys-newborns- dressed in blue shirts with mommy's favorite written on both of them in blue writing white diapers and were laying on a white blanket they were sleeping quietly- one facing right the other facing left with their hands curled up in an almost fist-like shape later they both opened up their eyes- the one on the left being lighter than the one on the right and just stared at each other they soon changed outfits rapidly- from red button-down pajamas to pale yellow shirts and diapers or white shorts- then to gr***** green shirts and diapers to white shirts and diapers then finally to royal purple shirts and diapers orange shirts and turquoise shirts and diapers

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