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I was with my family at our fomer home.My sister had apimple on her face my mother told her to press the puss out of it.She did and it was too much.It looked disgusting ,my mother then told her to go press it from a private place but she ignored her she continued pressing and the puss splashed on my left arm and all the other people who were sitted there.My mother then became angry and barked at her compering her to me.I left where they were sitted and went and stood beside the house listening to the arguement.After that my mother called me.

I had a dream that I was just walking on the street. Then I saw this guy who in my real life called me cute. He was talking to me. Then my former classmate came and he talked to this guy. Then after that I saw the lunchroom, and me and my former classmate who has curly hair were standing next to each other and I think that he had his arm around my shoulder. Then my old classmate who was sitting in the white tables in the lunchroom was looking at me with mean eyes. Then I started acting all superior and I think that I made friends with the guy who is my former classmate. I think that i had started to talk to him.

I had a dream that I was just walking on the street. Then I saw this guy who in my real life called me cute. He was talking to me. Then my former classmate came and he talked to this guy. Then after that I saw the lunchroom, and me and my former classmate who has curly hair were standing next to each other and I think that he had his arm around my shoulder. Then my old classmate (a girl)who was sitting in the white tables in the lunchroom was looking at me with mean eyes. Then I started acting all superior and I think that I made friends with the guy who is my former classmate. I think that i had started to talk to him.

I'm with my mother in my old apartment and we are having a chat in her bedroom. I go to the living which is dark except for a Christmas that is lit in the corner of the room. I sit in a comfy arm chair and in front of me is the corpse of my dead father lying as he did in his coffin but on a chaise lounge. I'm singing to him, a song I can't remember, and then I see the top half of his body slide off the chaise and onto the floor. I scream but I have no voice. My mother comes running in and she pushes me out of the living room and into the kitchen. She then goes back and repositions my father on the lounge. As she walks towards me I can see that my father is trying to move and flip flops on to his stomach sliding off the chaise and back onto the floor. We run into the living room and my mother tells me to grab a pen and to ram it under the backside of his skull to render him dead again. I do so, but it doesn't work. There's a table in the middle of the room that I run around to the other side of and there my father raises his upper body up like a walrus. My mother hands me a pair of huge scissors and tells me to cut off his head. I go to do just that but I stop when I saw the look on my father's face. He looks scared and confused. Very much lost. His eyes are black but that's because the eye caps they put in when he was being prepared for burial where dark. Part of it was popping out. I wake up yelling and was very scared to go back to sleep.

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