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I was on the edge of a rode where there was a car upside down burning. My mother and father were standing next to it. I saw my aunt which was really nice came to pick me up from the scene took me to my house. She was emotionless. When we entered the drive way the garage door was open and I saw my big bother in the garage fixing his bike.In his hand was a wrench. My aunt and I entered the house but reversed and we left the house going into my aunt's car. Leaving my brother. When we parked i saw she had taken me to a funeral house. When i entered the place i noticed i had in my hand the exact same wrench my older brother had in his hand. I went to a room where there was a lot of people wearing black clothes. I saw there was a black casket and a bunch of flowers around it. I went to the casket to see my older brother which was at the garage was now in the casket. His eyes were closed and his hand folded on to each other. Tears started to stream down my eyes. I placed the wrench i was holding under his hands. My two cousin, girl and a boy, stood next to me looking down at my brother. I turned around the opposite way of the casket and in the distance i saw my brother laughing and throwing his hands in the air. I smiled at him. I looked back at the casket and there was my brother still laying in it. I turned the opposite way of the casket again and there was my brother standing there laughing and pointing. Apparently i was the only one who noticed my brother. then people started to surround the casket. Then when looked back at the casket my brother was laying in was closed. I started to cry again. Tears falling from my eyes in a pattern. The left eye then the right. Then they placed the casket in a wall, and sealed it shut. I rubbed my eyes and when i removed my hands from rubbing my eyes I was back at my house with my two cousins and a male friend of mine. They all were laughing sitting around a table. I started to laugh with them too. But there was no siting of my brother.

I was working at a daycare, but not my usual one, one I was filling in for. It was almost in a summer camp type setting. I was filling in for different lunch breaks, nothing particularly memorable going on. I was walking across the dirt parking lot after just talking with boss and a car was slowly approaching from the driveway entrance. There was a Muslim lady driving a dark brown Sudan, she also worked at the center. She looked to the right before entering the parking lot. I saw a child walking /running freely as if it were a summer camp and kids were roaming free run from somewhere and was to the left of the car. I put my arm up to point at the girl and yell at both to be careful, make sure they were aware of each other , but I could get my breath out in time and lady turned left running over the child. It was almost as if she got sucked under. I ran over, people had gathered , the Muslim/nikab wearing women was asking what to do, like back up and expose child or leave the car on top. I wasn't able to give an opinion before the lady backed the car up. I ran closer to the child and others did too. I wanted to help I yelled out to call 911 but they reached her before me and I said I'd call 911 and told them to help her.( I wanted to take charge, but backed down ) I run and I can't remember what I used to dial but when I'd dialled 911the numbers kept changing after I'd raise the device to my ear. Wasn't able to. I tried my cell and a computer. Eventually so frustrated I decided to run to a business of sorts where a male acquaintance was. He was an ex firefighter . As I ran over the driveway turned to stairs and the child laid motionless on the steps a couple sand toys near by. I asked an adult passerbyer why I they moved her body. They didn't know. No one was helping her but my mission was 911 so it didn't occur to me. Ran to this guys house..was really scared and anxious trying to explain I needed to call 911. He was helping someone when I got there I waited 2-3 seconds then interrupted , at first he got angry as if I was being rude, then was annoyed I didn't come in screaming a instead of waiting 2-3seconds to interrupt . He dials 911 for me and hands me the phone, I explain what happen and hang up. I feel emotionally exhausted at this point break down crying and keep going over images for this kid being run over. Venting to this ex- fireman. I do at this point realize that no one was with her on the steps and think I should have stayed to help and got someone else to call 911. I stay a little while ranting and crying while the man tries to consol me... As I head back to the daycare center I wonder if I should talke the Ativan from my purse. I worried I look too relaxed if I do and people will think I'm cold, but if I don't, I am having a hard time managing myself right now. I didn't make a decision, but I made it back to work and woke up.

I was on the side of a rode where there was a car upside down burning. My mother and father were standing next to it. I saw my aunt which was really nice came to pick me up from the scene took me to my house. She was emotionless. When we entered the drive way the garage door was open and I saw my big bother in the garage fixing his bike.In his hand was a wrench. My aunt and I entered the house but reversed and we left the house going into my aunt's car. Leaving my brother. When we parked i saw she had taken me to a funeral house. When i entered the place i noticed i had in my hand the exact same wrench my older brother had in his hand. I went to a room where there was a lot of people wearing black clothes. I saw there was a black casket and a bunch of flowers around it. I went to the casket to see my older brother which was at the garage was now in the casket. His eyes were closed and his hand folded on to each other. Tears started to stream down my eyes. I placed the wrench i was holding under his hands. My two cousin, girl and a boy, stood next to me looking down at my brother. I turned around the opposite way of the casket and in the distance i saw my brother laughing and throwing his hands in the air. I smiled at him. I looked back at the casket and there was my brother still laying in it. I turned the opposite way of the casket again and there was my brother standing there laughing and pointing. Apparently i was the only one who noticed my brother. then people started to surround the casket. Then when looked back at the casket my brother was laying in was closed. I started to cry again. Tears falling from my eyes in a pattern. The left eye then the right. Then they placed the casket in a wall, and sealed it shut. I rubbed my eyes and when i removed my hands from rubbing my eyes I was back at my house with my two cousins and a male friend of mine. They all were laughing sitting around a table. I started to laugh with them too. But there was no siting of my brother.

A clothing store with extravagant clothing. there with an old acquaintance, who's fashion i've always admired. she finds a nice pleated beige skirt, one of which ive longed for- and swore she already had one like it, and claims it will be suitable for traveling, i am a bit jealous. i continue up the stairs, deviating from the rest of the group, the establishment much like i a funhouse, a green staircase, red, burgundy... i find my acquaintance once more, shopping around, and i curiously follow, she whips out a hair dryer in which looks like a gun, i am amazed and suddenly find myself on the couch, making out with and touching get intimately, she puts the hair dyer fun in my mouth and the hot air burns and chaps my lips, she exclaims something about dirt, and suddenly i realize that behind a door at a large group of paparazzi, who have been unbeknownst to be filming our steamy rendezvous, we both quickly recoil and sprint away abashedly, guiltily.. as they scream we're LIVE!! this is LIVE footage!! i cringe with disgust, hoping this won't be plastered all over the internet in the next coming hours.. i travel back down the stairs to find a midway red staircase, which is disjointed from the rest of the stairs, as if it appeared magically.

I was on the edge of a rode where there was a car upside down burning. My mother and father were standing next to it. I saw my aunt which was really nice came to pick me up from the scene took me to my house. She was emotionless. When we entered the drive way the garage door was open and I saw my big bother in the garage fixing his bike.In his hand was a wrench. My aunt and I entered the house but reversed and we left the house going into my aunt's car. Leaving my brother. When we parked i saw she had taken me to a funeral house. When i entered the place i noticed i had in my hand the exact same wrench my older brother had in his hand. I went to a room where there was a lot of people wearing black clothes. I saw there was a black casket and a bunch of flowers around it. I went to the casket to see my older brother which was at the garage was now in the casket. He was dead. His eyes were closed and his hand folded on to each other. Tears started to stream down my eyes. I placed the wrench i was holding under his hands. My two cousins stood next to me looking down at my brother. I turned around the opposite way of the casket and in the distance i saw my brother laughing and throwing his hands in the air. I smiled at him. I looked back at the casket and there was my brother still laying in it. I turned the opposite way of the casket again and there was my brother standing there laughing and pointing. Apparently i was the only one who noticed my brother. then people started to surround the casket. Then when looked back at the casket my brother was laying in was closed. I started to cry again. Tears falling from my eyes in a pattern. The left eye then the right. Then they placed the casket in a wall, and sealed it shut. I rubbed my eyes and when i removed my hands from rubbing my eyes I was back at my house with my two cousins and a male friend of mine. They all were laughing sitting around a table. I started to laugh with them too. But there was no siting of my brother.

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