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Somehow a man on my subway stole something of mine. This man leaped off the train on to the platform and across the tracks on to a long stretch of grass covered land, like a park. my younger sister and I sprinted after him and the park area seemed to last forever! she knew I was fast so she kept shoving me forward trying to help me, but I kept tripping and falling! the man, about mid 20s, hopped on a random bike and pedaled away faster but I kept chasing him until we reached a grand old building and bust through the glass doors into a long room with dozens and dozens of elevators. I saw the man jump in one, but I could tell which one or where he would get off! I tried counting the dings while my sister hopped in another and left me. I don't know what happened next but the I knew I was searching for him on a college campus and ended up on a terrifying scavenger hunt for dusty paintings and broken trinkets that where given to me through cryptic messages left around and I remember being so afraid but still helping others even though I had no clue who they were or why they were there.

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I was talking to a girl friend of my boyfriend s and we were walking until we reached some stairs. So we went down and it lead to some kind of an open area; something more like a garden. It had trees and other plants and the floor was covered in grass and was very spacious. So when I got down I looked to the right and saw a table where my boyfriend and his friends were sitting. I even saw the girl go straight there and sat down as well. I went to a nearby table where I think there was food and I guess I was about to get some. My boyfriend came up to me, so I greeted him casually, as if we weren't even together. I think he was talking to me, but I wasnt paying much attention because I wasn't interested. So on the other side of that place, was my family and one of my friends with her maid with her. They were sitting around a table too just hanging out, so I went and joined them. After a while, my boyfriend comes over all drunk and starts talking about stuff. I can't really remember what he was saying because I quickly got so annoyed as soon as I noticed how drunk he was. At first I think I was trying to ignore him, but after that I just wanted him to leave the table. My friend and I were even talking about how embarrassing and irritating he was. So I was telling him to leave, and he moves beside my mom and talks to her. He was pretty emotional then and I think he was kind of crying. The scene ended with all of us leaving the table and my mom telling me that she still wanted to hang out.

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I'm an apartment, DF's apartment, my recent stepfather. This is nothing like his actual house however, though I wasn't thinking like that at the time. The colors of the house are pale, boring, light grey, white, and a shade of tan that barely makes it any brighter. Directly to my left is a large, hardwood table, seen through a pale lens of colorlessness. Farther forward of that it a kitchen, with marble tops and light grey counters, still no contrast or brightness. To my right, and slightly forward is a living room. The wraparound couch is pale tan, badly accentuated with white and light grey pillows. I take a few steps into the living room, and soft plush meets my toes. Looking down, there is light grey fluffy carpet in between my feet. A foggy glass sliding door at the end of the living room. I sense rather than feel the other people in the house. DF, my stepdad, MOM, my mother (Who else?), and my stepbrother, CC. The rest of my immediate family is nowhere to be found, but my thoughts barely brush upon this subject without any feeling of alarm or surprise. Scene change. I'm outside. The sky is a bright blue and the grass is so light it almost looks like frosting. The fence is a wooden color, pale by any normal standards, but neon in comparison to the inside of this house. Our house/apartment rests on the side of a hill, and I see thousands more of the houses spread around us. The hill is alarming steep. A fence surrounds our house except for a small break in the back right corner. Accompanied by neighborhood kids and my brother, CC, I run towards the exit, looking for something adventurous. The rest is a joyful and exciting blur of running around the hillside, and finding an odd stairway that circles downwards. The end of the 'hill' is actually a small hang over, and the staircase is a circular structure leading to a raised concrete wall with a little over a foot of space under it. I remember running down these stairs, feet hitting it and making a loud ringing sound due to the metal structure, even with the actual steps being made of concrete. I remember worming under the wall with someone, hiding and trying to muffle my laughter and quick breathing. Later, I return home, the night sky looking purple, with amazing white lights of a variety of sizes glinting down on use like a cartoon sky. Scene change. I'm farther into the living room now, and it's later in the day, according to the sunlight streaming through the glass door. No one is here with me anymore, except KC sitting on the pale couch. She's doing something. It feels like she's watching a movie or playing a game, but I can't see what she's watching or playing. Odd. I ask her where my phone is, and she turns her head to me quickly before turning it back, light hair flying wildly, emphasizing her youth. She directs me to the kitchen, but doesn't know for sure. I walk into the kitchen, The floor is a pale marbled tile, pale cabinets with stone tops. Every piece of kitchenware is hidden from sight, very unusual for our house. You would see a cast iron tool at the very least sitting on the stove, but none of the usual tools are sitting on the counters. I look around me, not seeing it on the gleaming counter tops. Somehow I determine that the last place I had it was outside. I head out with a cell phone, calling my own phone. I kneel down to use gravity to my advantage, sliding down the steep hill speedily, heading towards the stairway. I run down the stairs in a similar manner that I did the night before, but stop halfway, looking down at the dirty patch of grass on the other side of the wall. I don't see a ringing phone, and am about to leave, but I do see something. A black flip phone with an orange back sits there open. I get halfway through a thought, "MY PHONE IS PURPLE, THAT'S NOT---" but the dream takes over, and I can feel half of myself getting excited and running for the phone. I crawl under the wall, my small chest rubbing on the concrete floor and my back rubbing on the thick wall above me. Anxiously, i hurry over to the other side and pick up the phone, still on my stomach. It's not ringing, and the thought finally gets through to me that that was never my phone to begin with. Suddenly, I'm aware of something vibrating in my hand. I look down to the hand that was holding the phone I was calling myself with. Amazingly, I was holding my familiar purple phone.

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