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I am about to wake up. I hear my alarm and reach to turn it off but I can’t move. I can’t even open my eyes. I realize I’m paralyzed and I try in vain to scream for help but I can’t make a sound. My head feels foggy and unfocused, like I’m of no substance. My body feels like an iron prison and my consciousness is struggling against it, trying to get the two to connect and move and free me. It’s as if my brain is trapped by my body. I can think properly and flutter my eyelids a bit but otherwise I cannot move. It terrifies me and I scream a silent, mental scream. No one even knows I’m screaming but me. When I finish screaming, I try to calm down and relax, thinking that maybe my paralysis will end when my struggling does. I wait, consciousness still, for what feels like forever. I try to move again to no avail. I remember in a nightmare I had when I was younger, I squeezed my eyes shut and was able to wake myself up. I decide to try that again. I focus on my eyes, squeeze them shut, and open. Nothing. Again. Again. I can’t move. I squeeze my eyes shut as hard as I can, and open them. This time I actually wake up.

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I am in a really large house with glass windows and beautiful paintings. The kitchen had a chef and there were two islands where one of my friends Matthew was sitting. I went up to talk to him and my mom came just after, he asked her whether or not he could have a drink and she said yes and I said no jokingly. She yelled at me and told me that I was being disrespectful. Matthew and I then sitting on two white chairs with our laptops. He goes to the washroom and an indian boy around my age comes upstairs and puts a knife to the back of neck and tells me to get up. He says “this is for the best” and lights a match and puts it on the ground. He forces me to walk down the stairs into the basement, ties me to a chair and turns of all the lights. I say “hello” over and over again but no one replies. Eventually I try to get up but he puts what I think is a needle up against my neck. I begin crying. I then hear a boy screaming loudly (who I assume to be Matthew) and hear the roaring of a fire. I scream loudly trying to allow someone to hear me in which time the young indian boy sticks me with the needle.

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