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I'm about 8 years old. I'm on an airplane with my younger brother flying to visit my mother in Colorado. My brother was in the window seat, I'm in the middle, and there is a man sitting in the aisle seat. I look at the man and ask him how much longer until we arrive at our destination. He turns to look at me and his jaw unhinges and slowly drops to his chest. He starts to scream the most bloodcurdling scream I've ever heard and his head starts to spin. After that, his eyes start bleeding. I look at my brother to show him and he starts doing the same thing. I then hit the flight attendant button and the flight attendant walked up and the same thing happened. I got up from my seat and ran through the plane to see the same thing happening to everyone. I proceeded to open the emergency exit door and jump to my death.

I was riding a horse to get away from these people. when i had gone far enough they couldn't get to me. when i stopped i saw my boyfriend and his parents. my boyfriend yelled at me and said that he couldn't date me any more and that he was breaking up with me. then these two girls show up wearing revealing clothing and tell him to go sleep over. i was getting really jealous. he starts to go and his dad yells at him to stop being rude to me and cheating on me. then i said "no. if he wants to go then let him." then he left and i was crying. i didn't want him to do anything with them so i ran after him and saw him inside the house lying on the couch about to fall asleep when i woke him up. he yelled and asked what i was doing there and i told him that i needed to be with him and all of this other stuff about making the wrong choices. then a group of girls showed up and started to hug him. he didn't hug them back. he just walked outside and i followed him. then we started playing hide and go seek with a little kid and we were acting like nothing wrong ever happened.

I was in the snow with my family and it was night I had a rifle and I shot a rabbit with the utmost expertise, but it was still alive so I shot it again to make sure it was dead. after that I noticed another rabbit and shot it twice. Then there was a rabbit that I shot once and I was lacking the second bullet to kill it, so I had to hear it screaming and hanging for dear life. This happened again with another rabbit, and all I could do was stare at it and see the blood coming from where I shot.

I was sitting with my very best, longtime friend and noticed that my toenails, and then my fingernails, had grown to the point they were ready to be cut because new nails had grown underneath each one. So, I actually had double nails, on my finger and toes. The upper (old) nails were "peeling" away to expose the new nails, so I sat with my friend cutting away the old nails to reveal the new nails underneath. She was amazed at this happening and asked if the cutting away hurt. I told her no, it was quite nice to see the new nails underneath. I wasn't astonished or puzzled or frightened - it was a very pleasant experience and I was rather proud of myself that I was able to do this. I carefully cut each old nail to make sure they were all off and disposed of, and was left with all new nails. We laughed and shared the time together.

The zombie apocalypse has happened overnight, i have myy boyfriend and father with me. i'm smart enough to have both a gun (9mm to be exact) and a bow knife. my dad's friend/employer (exists in the waking world) brought him an assault rifle, dad was nervous about having it. i don't have much else in my pack. we take shelter in my dad's appartment (doesn't actually exist in the waking world) but my boyfriend and i were so curious we went out to do some exploring. it being so early in the apocalypse, there weren't many of the undead, just enough to worry me. we didn't pick up any supplies and almost got attacked but someone else became zombie bait. we stop on a farm and watch a small herd of zombies get napalmed via the government. we trekked back to my dad's appartment which was worse than when we'd left. i did some nervous walking around in the building and stumbled upon a large room of survivors amongst them my aunt and cousin. i was crying with joy when i realized i didn't have either of my weapons on me. i went upstairs and checked my bag but no luck there either. night is falling and i fear how i'm going to protect my family, i'm acutely aware of how vulnerable we are, especially with the group of survivors downstairs. then i wake up with the residue of bad dream on my tongue.

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