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Trapped in an old fashiondimmly lit bus surrounded by people I don't know who are all talking casually, but I cant understand anything that they are saying. I sit in my own thoughts trying not to be noticed. I check my jacket pockets but they are empty. The bus is cold although I'm dressed warmly. Then I look up and see a grotesque sickly looking figure. Hes covered in lumps and seeping filth and disease and I attempt to look away. But I cant. Then the man sitting beside me begins to laugh and stands and smacks the sick person. When he does the.lumps and filth splatter over the attacker. I sit and watch but the longer I do I rrlise some of the nastiness is on me. I try to wipe it ofttimes but I cant. Its on my face and for somereason my jacket is gone and the disease is kn my arms.and in my long hair. Although in the real world I have short hair. Then I begin to cry that I cant get clean. As I do I wake up.

I dreamed I was forced to marry a man I didn't know. He was a powerful god; red skin, big, golden eyes, usually wore brown pants, and had horns on his forehead (tiny ones). I was a goddess; dark skin, long black hair, green eyes, and wore a green flowy dress. I have no clue what we oversaw in our positions, but we hardly liked each other. He already had a human woman he loved; pale skin, fragil body, black hair, brown eyes. I didn't have anyone I loved, but I did have a slave that had feelings for me. The woman that he loved didn't show any outer distain for me, as she was the type to wander closer to weeping instead of fighting tooth and nail. As stated before, the god didn't like me that much. I didn't like him either. He was usually seen coddling his lover, or being distant when I half-heartedly tried to connect with him. Somehow, we were both placed in a marvelous bedroom by ourselves. We had a confrontation on not wanting to partake in being apart of either's family, but as the fight went on, we grew more into eachother until a kiss happened. After that, the girl he loved was on her way to go back to her home and the slave busied himself with a new obsession. The god and I we happy after that. And then I woke up.

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