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One of my friends brother is one year younger than me and he is asian. I got kidnapped and got sold as a prostitute than when i got sold he was there for some reason and was some type of butler getting food for the peraon who bought me then i went to my room to change my outfit and he had to help me pick out my clothes than he told me you do not deserve this you know than i asked oh thank you how long have you been here and he answered too long. Than after he was finished helping i got changed and did my buisness then after i was covered with bruises and cus all over my body he walked into my room and cleaned me up then after a while i burst into crying the he said it will be okay we will find a way out of this hell whole then he kissed me and said get some of my clothes and lets escape together than i did as he said we made it to the door than my buyer had a gun and shot the ceiling and said put your outfit on and lets go and i said no then he saidokay the i will take him then he walked over to him and i grabbed a burning candle and put it on his neck he screamed out loud then he pinned me to the ground saying you are going to get the worst punishment of you life then the boy grabbed a pocket knife and strucked my buyer in the heat,rt and grabbed my hand and we ran for ages.

I was in my local bar, that I work in, all my regulars were there. The bar picked up and moved to inside my home then immediately moved to inside my mothers home. My mother says she is struggling to pay bills and that she is going to prostitute my 3yr old son out to earn more money. One of the local bar regulars(75yr old man) stood up and offered to have the first round. I started to panic, all the other regulars at the bar held me down while the man raped my child. I could hear my child screaming for me but I couldn't do a thing. After the old man was done I walked into the room where my child laid bleeding and sobbing and seemed emotionally dead inside. I then ran out my mothers front door chasing after that old man with the intentions to kill him. Before I could reach him he jumped into and ice cream truck and drove away while I threw small rocks at the truck.

I am sitting in my second period classroom in a different seat than I usually do. A different teacher is also talking to the class, sitting on a familiar wooden stool. She isn’t teaching, she is just making conversation. Everyone is packed up and I get the sense that we are waiting for a call to let us go. I check the clock and it is about eleven am. The class keeps talking and I become impatient. When my teacher finally dismisses us, I turn around and notice it is 3:00 pm! I’m confused on why we have stayed in one class for four hours. The dream suddenly changes to a warm, candlelit dining room. The walls are light colored and the chairs dark wood. There’s even a tablecloth with set crystal glasses. I’m sitting next to my brother and sister, who for some reason are now Caucasian. My father is Dennis Quaid and he is warning us to be nice. Somehow I already know that the mother in my dream has died months ago and my father is just now finding a new woman, and she is coming over for dinner. My white brother and sister are sullen, but I am welcoming. She rings the doorbell and my father dashes up to open the door. My father’s prospective girlfriend , tall and blond, walks in and is seated my father. My brother and sister say hello reproachfully and I smile warmly and introduce myself. We are making awkward conversation when a letter is delivered for my father. He opens it and it is written by someone who has his exact same handwriting. It’s signed in by his name, with blood dried onto the signature. My father says that it threatens us to leave the house and nothing bad will happen. It’s strange because the letter is written to my father, from my father, and dated in the future. I wake up.

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