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THE BEAR EAT THE PICKEL THAT WAS PINK AND YELLOW AND THEN A GIANT FIRE ERUPTED FROM A SILENT PIT THAT WAS MARRON AND ORANGE THEN A HIPPY CAME AND SAID PEACE OUT AND DIED FROM A CARROT THAT WAS WHITE AND MOLDY THEN A HUGE CAT THAT HAD BLUE AND RED SPOTS CAME UP AND SAT ON A HUGE DOG WITH GREEN AND NEON PINT STRIPES THEN THEY STARTED TO KISS EACH OTHER AND THEN TOOK A NAP IN SPACE AND THEN PULUMETED TO RUSSIA WHER THE HUGE CAT AND DOG ME A SMALL ELEPHANT NAMED GEORGE AND THEY ALL HAD A PARTY AND LIVED FOREVER

I don’t know which came first, but I had a dream….where Dalton and I were still broken up, of course. But his friends would hang out and talk to me. Dick, who I only met once and never found out his name until weeks after we met, was hitting on me. Kevin wanted to be in a tournament together. Then there was one guy who I don’t think knew Dalton and Idk if this was dick (didn’t feel like him) who sort of showed me how to hate. So I’ll start at the place where I think I should. I went to the library for a project with a class and the college was like high school, there was bells for every period. Not only that, but the library seemed like it was out of WOW in the fairy section. Half of it was purple n half of it was normal and there were flowers everywhere and it was so colorful. Well I had to find a research book and I had 5 minutes of class so I was booking it, running even. The bell didn’t ring, but I knew I was going to be late cuz class started when I ran out of the library. Days went by, and somehow Dick got a hold of me, wanting to hang out. Apparently, on top of the library was a hallway of appartments and ren and aaron kicked Dalton out and that was where he was living. Well I went to bed and Brian was sleeping in my bed, and kayla was sleeping on the top bunk. I was reading this book and for some reason I was being loud and Dick was relating with me about this book that I was reading….On it was called Chapter nine and it was about this family, idk. He kept me quiet and suggested we go to his place so I did. When we got to his place, he held me close and said “I know he hurt you” and cuddled me but then his hand started to wonder and I pushed him away and ran out into the hallway. Somehow I knew which door Dalton’s was and I knew I didn’t have enough time to book it down the hallway and Dick’s door was opening to look for me so I bashed into one door across from his and closed it behind me. I leaned against it, and it was like a dorm with more closet space in there. It was dark, and had a dark blue tint from the shades being over the window. There wasn’t a bed, there was a dressy, and your occasional messy floor with clothes. I figured this would be a good hiding spot and sat there for a bit as I heard them talk outside, Dick knowing that I don’t want Dalton to know I’m here so he played it off saying that he heard a sound out here. They both retreated to their room and I sighed, leaving, taking the elevator that didn’t close and went over the second floor n went rly slowly. The next day, Dick asked if I want to learn any computer stuff and I said it would help my future job if I learned all sorts of computer stuff so I went over to his place and we screwed up his computer. I realized I had to go home soon so I left, letting myself out. I stood in the hallway and sighed, for some reason deciding to take the stairs which was on Dalton’s side of the hall. I knew in the dream, idk how or why it even occurred, but the entire dream I knew that if I saw Dalton, it would destroy me. I couldn’t see him at all costs. This guy came out of this hallway connecting to the one I was in and we ran into each other in front of Dalton’s door. “Hey can you help me get in here?” he asked, pointing to Daltons door. I said I didn’t know who lived there and kept walking and the guy kept stopping me, asking me to help him get in. He grabbed me and I pushed him back before turning around and running into the same room I hid in before cuz Dalton heard the commotion and was heading for the door to see what was up. They weren’t able to find me and I sighed again to the dimly blue room. I wanted to write music, and I opened the door to leave, but an electronic piano sat on the floor without its legs. I brought it in and I started setting it up. I looked at the clothes on the floor, wondering who lived there. I shouldn’t have wondered because whoever lived there was this guy who was drawn out like he was the lead singer of the gorillaz. He freaked out, asking what I was doing there and stomped on me. I blacked out and woke up on this platform in someone’s back yard. A wooden platform that was 3 feet high. It was the same guy who stomped on me and he looked at me, for a drawn guy, he was cute with his emo hair and eye liner and dark clothes. “All you need to realize is that they’re made of lies. Like so.” He looked down from the platform and there were 3-4 ppl in the back yard, fighting a large cat and a large dog that I assume the guy created. “You’re all pieces of lies!” he screamed out before jumping off at one of them to fight them, his eyes growing red and the sky growing red. I watched in astonishment, hearing his voice inside me. “Remember that one thing you’ll never be able to forget from the pain and use that.” Just from that one statement, I remembered Dalton and my eyes grew red and I started to fight with this guy too. We won, but Idk if any of them died. Then I woke.

I am at a house party and mingling, the house seems to be 2-3 stories tall. i look over and notice a girl who seems to be emotionely upset. i find out what it is and go beat up the guy who made her upset. i return and try to make her feel better. i look down and say so son what level of power should i be at and he says supersayian 3. after i power up i go fight these two random guys who are sparring with each other. i win the fight with just three fingers. afther that in one part of the room there is a machine that analyzis your body and projects a animated form of anime. i look like a anime character and am hugging her and holding her. then she runs off after about two hours i finally find her. i walk up a set of stairs in a narrow way. i go in the room and she is sitting with her friends. one of them has a needle with lime green stuff inside and says don't move. fast as i can i snatch it out of his hands. i look over and she has injected herself and said don't worry i used to do this all the time. the spot in which she injected herself i squeze until the stuff oozes out and say i don't think so. t gently give her a light slap tap on her face and say if you have a problem lets talk because i like to listen to people and help them. later on that night her friends start playing a game she asks me if i want to play to. i start playing and though it is only 10 of us playing at one time i only saw my character. a guy goes by me in slow motion and flips onto another board because it is a skate game. the women start to join in and everybody begins to fight each other. i ask why are we doing this in the video game. one guys said that the punches are not normal. before i can ask why i get punched and fly back about ten feet. after the game we start to watch a movie. i am sitting next ot her and get up and go use the bathroom. once i return i see her talking to one of her friends who is female i see a small opening and sit between the. hfer friend who is a female looks at me and says really jokingly. i retun the sarcastic remark and say i am allowed she is my gilrfriend. i look over and notice that she has scooted down on the couch. i am sitting directly in front of the scrren in which the movie is playing. i say to her that if she wants a better seat to come sit here and pat my lap. she scoots further down and tells me to come there next to her by jesturing her finger. my eyes say really and her eyes say yes. i get up and sit next to her and wake up.

I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

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