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The story starts in a random arena/coliseum in outer space. The arena portrayed a futuristic battlefield in the shape of a donut. The whole in the middle took up the most space of the coliseum, leaving only a thin ring about a car width wide. I started on one side of the ring, the opposite side of the red eyed, 20-foot tall tarantula. The official rose from the podium in the middle of the ring and blew his whistle. The crowd of Lilo, Stitch, and all of his alien friends began to cheer and go crazy. The tarantula launched itself up in the air and over the official towards me. I had nowhere to go so I jumped into the open hole right before the tarantula had landed where I was standing. The rate at which I was falling felt like it was doubling every second; my cheeks jiggled near my ears and my hair began to catch on fire. As I drew closer and closer to a pitch-black state, I woke up and fell out of my bed. I was really sweaty and my pillow was no longer on my bed; It had been thrown out the door.

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.

One night, I was at boarding school in Hogwarts during the Holocaust. And when I walked outside of the school doors, I was on a street in New York City. And after walking down the street for a while, I appeared in my math class, where I was trying to find away to close a door. I thought that if I tied a piece of string from the door to a locker, the door would close. And then when I couldn’t figure out how to shut the door, I walked outside of the classroom and I was back in Hogwarts.

After a long journey I'm driving along a deserted street. On a boulevard in the distance I see four of my staff in boxes about the size of mailboxes. I get closer to see. They are locked in. They are standing in these boxes with hands tied. They see my and start begging to be let out. I'm very hesitant because I'm afraid of what they'll do when let out. I cautiously approach. Circle the boxes, talking to them to understand what they'll do if they're let out. I start unlocking the boxes. The last box is a Spanish man who has a temper. As soon as I let him loose he comes after me. He chases me. I immediately run for my car thinking this is my only chance. As I'm running I'm planning in my head how I can get into the car and lock it fast enough so that he can't get me. Now he has a knife. He's screaming. He's wild with rage. I'm out running him, but barely. I get to the car first, but my actions are very slow to close the door and lock it. No matter how I try I can't seem to move quickly. My fingers are on the lock but . My mind is racing, but my body is very slow. I don't get the car door closed in time. He wedges his arm in to force the door open. I struggle but can't stop him. He raises his hand to strike. He has an enormous machete. The sharp knife is coming towards me. He's going to kill me. I conscientiously wake myself from the dream and from sleep.

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