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Bad police surround my lover in a public park. At first, I am helpless. I wait with a sympathetic park security guard, along with my infant daughter. When I hear shots fired, I know he is dead. But then I change my dream. I leave the baby with the guard with instructions in case I don't return. I go with a knife.I am a Native American. I hunt. I kill the bad guys and save my lover. Then, we are doing al these things to escape to Mexico. We throw away our cellphones. We get all the money we can. We switch licence plates several times. We throw the knife and guns and other evidence in the river. We are using an obscure route to drive on. Once we get there, we go to live on the coast. Very worried about how we will make money to live off of.

Anyways back to the dream. It started with me walking down the stairs of the “Red Barn”. From the outside, the house looked like a barn painted red with white trim. But on the inside, it looked like a regular house with a kitchen, 4 beds, 2 baths, and a tv that has no channels but a working vcr player. I walked out the front door and out into the cold morning air and squishy mud of Hedgepath. I looked around and saw my Dads forest green Jeep Wrangler though it was far less customized than it is currently. The driver door was open and my dad was leaning inside, dressed in his camouflage he wore while hunting. To the left, My Grandpas red Toyota Tundra, with the trunk hatch and window open. And leaning inside of the truck, none other than my Grandpa, wearing his flannel long-sleeve shirt, and blue jeans with mud splotches. He was checking his rifle to see if it was loaded. He looked great, far better than the last time i saw him. Just then i heard my Dad call to me and i woke up.

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