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I am at a meeting with former employees I worked with (in real life many years ago since quitting my career and staying home to raise my children). I am totally bored and uninterested at the meeting. The higher up position employees are all sitting at the far end of the table from me and I am sitting at the opposite end with people that I am uninterested in. I realize I am not dressed appropriately for a luncheon later on that day so I slip away from the meeting to get changed. I am at a shopping mall and a man leads me into through a door way that is off limits to the shoppers. I am taken through some hallways and into a room where some people are that I have never met. I am intrigued to be in this room that is off limits to the shoppers. The room is filled with the largest collection of teapots in every colour one could imagine. It is amazing. I sit down with these people and the man offers me a tea that looks more like a dessert. He asks me what flavour I think it is. I guess raspberry tea. He tells me it is actually strawberry tea. As I am tasting the tea/dessert I discover my cellphone has fallen into the tea. A message is coming out of my phone stating that the phone has been irreparably damaged by the exposure to liquid. I am not too upset that my phone is ruined as I felt it was time for me to get a more up to date cell phone anyways.

I am in an apartment building we will say in the dinning room around a large tan wooden table with 6 chairs. there on the table are 3 burgers,( whoppers). there are also 3 young black children with me. the phone rings it is there mother, she wants to speek to the teacher about school work. a few minutes later 2 men with a gurnie bring my grandmother in (she has been goon since 1996) and places her on the table. my grandmother looks at me and says everything will be ok.

I was in a submarine with a door open to outside. I saw my cousin, her husband, and two children enter a helicopter. It fell into the ocean. The submarine dived with the door open and we struggled to close it. I tried to find a diving suit but could not before a woman appeared and said they already rescued my cousin and her family. Then I was outside a restaurant talking to a motorcycle club. They were helping the FBI, so I gave my cell number to one of them. Then she called me but I couldn't understand her but knew she was in danger

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

I woke up very early in the morning, excited to go to work, then I was surprised that we were going on a field trip. Once I stepped onto the school bus it turned into a coach bus with psychedelic blue carpeting. This children's field trip turned into a trip to Colorado with people I didn't know or see. Soon, a boy my age came up to me and started hitting on me, bug time. He kept saying "Come on, you want to.", and I kept saying no and pushing him off, even though a part of me wanted to say yes.

I am in an apartment in the dinning room around a large tan wooden table with 6 chairs. there on the table are 3 burgers ( whoppers) there are also 3 young black children with me. the phone rings it is thier mother she wants to speek to the teacher about school work. a few minutes later 2 men with a gurnie bring my grandmother in (she has been gone since 1996) and places her on the table my grandmother looks at me and says everything will be ok. she is dead, but still speaks.

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