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It was a bunch of my friends hanging out. And then Mary comes over and everything is cool. Well then my friend Jason says something mean to Mary and Mary flips the freak out! Like screaming at the top of her lungs. And Jason is trying to be tough guy so he doesn back down and says another smart comment. So Mary walks over and smacks the poop out of Jason. We'll Jason gets up like he is going to hit Mary so I step in and hold him back while Mary just keeps screaming. Well then while I'm holding Jason back I'm trying to get Mary to call down but I guess she doesn't like what I said so she smacks me. Well then while I am trying to talk to her she keeps yelling "I am not crazy" and is just hitting me over and over so I grab her and tell her to calm down and keep telling her she is not crazy but she keeps hitting me so I yell "STOP! LISTEN TO WHAT I AM SAYING!" So she stops and I look her in the eyes and we are like having like the most intense starring contest ever. Well in the middle of the staring Mary like twitches and then she is nice and calm. So we walk our separate ways and she goes and sits down. Well then while everything is calm Jason says another smart comment about Mary but doesn't know that mary can hear him. But everyone in the room can see that Mary hears him. So Mary gets up walks to Jason and literally smacks the living daylight out of Jason. I mean like he should have died. Well then Jason gets up again and I hold him back. And Mary is screaming like bloody murder. And then I woke up.

I had a dream about my field hockey team and myself playing in this big playoff game that if we win would send us into the championship game for sectionals. My dream picked up with the team in overtime and it was still scoreless with only two minutes left to play. My team did not have control of the ball and it looked as if the other team was going to score, they were putting pressure on the defense and a frenzy was starting around the goal. I came back from playing forward to help out the defense and the ball was finally cleared away from the net just when the buzzer sounded. Everyone stood around in shock wondering what will happen next since there was no score and this was a playoff game. Is there another overtime play or a shootout? The referees met in the middle of the field and called the captains over from both teams to discuss what would happen next. Our captains came running back to the bench to tell the coach and the team that we were going into a shootout. Each team had to select 5 players. I was selected by my coach to be the fifth and last shooter. Each team had to remain on the sidelines while the shooters met with the refs on the field and reviewed the rules of the shootout. All the fans were standing on the sidelines holding their breaths as the first shooter went from the other team. Our goalie made a fantastic stop and now we alternated and our first shooter goes and misses. This keeps going with no one scoring from each team. Finally the fifth shooter from the other team is up and she is their number one player who has a powerful slapshot. She dribbles up and tries to do a fake move on our goalie but she choked and out goalie made a fantastic stop! Now it was my turn as I try to jump up and down to shake the nerves away. I have 10 seconds to score and the ref signals me to begin. There was not a sound around except for the beating of my heart which was so loud I thought everyone could hear it. I started towards the goalie dribbling the ball. I deked to the right and moved to the left. The goalie dove to the ground anticipating my shot to block it but instead as she dropped down I flicked it up over her and the ball soared into the net…..GOAL!! All of a sudden the refs signaled the game was over, we were the winners and the whole team came running from the sidelines screaming and jumping on me like a dog pile. Next thing I see in my dream is myself standing on the field brushing myself off and looking around, not seeing the fans or parents, but seeing college coaches standing around with clip boards taking down a lot of notes and some even talking to my coach. My coach looked over at me and smiled then continued taking to a recruiter. Next thing I knew it was time to wake up and get ready for school.

It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

I stood in front of my inlaws. Began digging and looking in my purse that was hanging on my shoulder. I then was walking outside, at night. I began to cross the street, in the middle of the crosswalk a little boy stood there and asked me if I wanted any pictures. I said no and began to look and dig in my purse again. Then I looked up in the night sky and saw the moon, instead of the surface of the moon it looked like an ancient paper map of the world, grid lines in all, with two thin red lines through the middle, I started to look back to my purse, but did a quick double take at what I saw. I then realized it wasn't a dream, but I was in a vision. When I looked at the moon again the second time it was bigger and I then physically began to be taken up. I then woke up.

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