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I was at my grandfather's house in New Jersey. A blizzard must have just blown through because the snow was easily four feet high, white and fresh. I was trying to uncover my car. Kind of frantic. I had two tiny black kittens on me. They looked healthy and were dry, but I really wanted to get them to the vet. I didn't have anything to clean my car off, so I was using my arms and body to do so. I don't remember making any progress. There was another individual there, but all I can say for certain is this person was female. I saw no features or clothes.

I was at a party at a friend's house when it got busted by the cops. We all took a run for it. It seemed as if the cops were only trying to chase me. It felt like I couldn’t run. All these years in track and running, and I couldn’t get my legs to move fast enough. I was running through a field when the cops turned into a classmate of mine that I’ve never talked to in my life. He was chasing me in an old 2001 Jeep Liberty. He was right on my tail when he jumped out of the jeep as it was still driving and tackled me, pinning me to the ground. I tried to fight him but he was too strong.

Last night I had a dream where me and my friends were outside at highschool with lingen, but the high school wasn’t Lincoln, it was St. Bernards. Then we started to hear shots, so Mr. Lingen was trying to find a way out on school grounds. He found the CAP van but it was red and had like 10 seats. He was hoping the keys were in the van and I found them so we all hoped in but there weren't enough seats so kendal sat on my lap. We drove across the street but it was at Daniella's house and she doesn't live over there. We got there and sat around for a while then the shooter found out we were there so he started to try to come inside and when the door opened I woke up.

The computer keyboard is so dusty I can’t clearly see the letters on the keys. I’m not a good touch typist, so I need to see those keys. I wipe the dust away, but it just keeps getting thicker and thicker. I try to type anyway, but I hit the wrong keys and have to keep hunting for the backspace key. I’m frustrated because I have to write. As I frantically wipe away at the dust it gets thicker and darker until my keyboard is covered in the rich, dark, grass-flecked dirt of my flower beds. I keep trying to dig through the dirt and type, but the dirt gets deeper and deeper. I can’t see my keyboard at all, but I dig and paw at the dirt, trying to find it.

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