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I was in a big apartment. In a huge block of flats. Many rooms, all spacious and full of light. And there were many people in the apartment. I didn't recognise the faces but I somehow knew they were all my relatives. Brothers and sisters of my grandparents, aunts and uncles, some very distant cousins. In the rooms there were also many... pigs. Not those little ones like pets but regular, big, fat pigs. With different colours. Some pinky, some with big dark patches. They were running around, me with them, having lots of fun touching them and stroking. They were very clean and I was playing with them as you normally play with dogs. But at the same time I was thinking that an apartment is not the best place for them and I was a bit afraid they'd make lots of mess there. So, I decided: we need to go outside. Me, all my relatives (lots and lots of people I'd never seen before), all the pigs, an incredible crowd, all together! That wasn't very easy. The apartment was very hight (10th floor, maybe more) and all at once we wanted to take elevators, stairs, any possible ways out. The chaos was impossible! I took the stairs as I didn't want to wait ages for the elevator. At last: all out! It was beautiful outside... Lots of sunshine. Many vivid colours. Summer probably. I didn't know the place at all.

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I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

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I am going for a drive with my husband and an unknown woman. Shes very sweet and a little nervous. I tell my husband to let us out so we can go into a store. He doesn't want to but lets us out anyway. He drives off,we go into a clothing store and get kidnapped by a fat man with crazy hair. He takes us to an apartment I lived in years ago. He leaves us in the garage and goes to get some rope. We squeeze under the door when hes gone and run for it. Along the way a little Blonde girl joins us. I push all of us behind some trash cans to hide when he drives by. We stop at house and ask for help. A woman lets us in and I ask to use the phone. It wont work without some special code to dial out. The woman then asks her dark haired daughter if we used the green phone. She says no and takes us to her room. I tell her that if she doesn't want to help that we are ogling to leave. She tells us to wait, gets her moms keys and tells us to follow her out a dark window which is covered by a pink sash. I take off my purple shoes and step out. I turn around and ask "lali" to grab em for me. She hands me my shoes. The Blondel girl has disappeared and the dark haired girl drops us off on the side of a dirt road and I know my husband is on his way to get us

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