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I was at school and was talking to Jason and he and I were hanging out and were about as close as we used to be and I was leaning against him and laying on him and he asked me about who I like and I didn’t answer him. I sat up and laid my head on his shoulder. He kept asking and I got tired of it and just pretty much yelled at him “You! Jason! I like you!” and then I got embarrassed and hid my face in my hair and pulled my knees up to my chest and said “Im sorry Jason. I know you have a girlfriend and all and im sorry I like you. You and Kelli-Jo are an amazing couple. Im sorry…” and he interrupted me and said “Katie. Everyone knows that KJ and i arent together. She and I are just friends. She was helping me make the person I like jealous.” So I just looked at him and said “Who do you like?” And he said “You. Katie. You.” And I just say “Yeah right. No you dont, Jason. No one does.” And he said “Katie. No. Look at me.” So I looked up at him and he pulled me to him and hugged me. And he said “Katie. Look at me. Listen ok. People do like you. I like you.” And then he leaned his head down and kissed me. And when we pulled away for air he said “Katie, I do like you. And I mean it. I. Like. You.” And then he kissed me again and then we were interrupted by John Emerson and Carson Lyerly.

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The dream started at my house. My brother and I were home alone. Then these black vans surrounded our house. I remember being told to "watch out for black vans." I try to get my brother up, saying we have to hide, but he didn't believe me. As one of them walked up to the house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sometimes we leave our front door open for fresh air. After I did that, they left us alone for a while, but they were still watching us, watching our every move. I tried to call my mom, or 911, but I guess the men did something to our service too. So we hid and waited. Then I got the bright idea (why, dream me, why) of trying to run to the neighbors house and ask for help. My brother and I took the back door out, but the men were still encircled around the house. They got a hold of me, my brother escaped. They took me to this abandoned, overpopulated house that was in terrible shape. It was in the middle of downtown San Diego, I'm surprised no one saw it. By overpopulated I mean it was filled with other kids I knew, who were also all abducted. We were allowed to roam freely around the house, we just had two unofficial rules to live by. 1: Don't try to escape. 2: DON'T anger The King. We also had these weird tracker collars. They would send signals to The King, and he'd send his little men in black vans to go and kill us, and the black van men were everywhere in the outside world. Who is The King? He's the head honcho, the big kahuna of that house. No one knows who he is, or his motives. In fact, no one knew why we were taken here. Nothing bad was happening (yet), but we knew something sinister was brewing underneath. We were scared shitless. One day, The King revealed himself. He was a short, squatty man, but had the face of a sour lemon. He had a sword tucked in its sheath in his belt loop. He didn't announce him as The King, we just all kind of figured, since he looked way way older than the rest of us. He would just walk around the house, as if he was on patrol. If he didn't like the way you look, he'd kill you. If you attempted to kill him (many did), he'd make sure you die the most brutal death. He was terrifying. I avoided him at all costs. What I saw from him was unfathomable. A transgender boy was having a mental breakdown and wasn't in the right mind. He confronted The King, pleading on his knees that he'd let him go. The King looked down at the boy. "You want to be a boy right?" The kid looked up, a little taken back by this comment. "What does that have to do with anything!?" The kid responded with, getting more frustrated and angry. "I'll help you pass better as a boy." The King grabbed him by his fluffy, pretty-long-for-a-boy hair, and scalped him with his sword. Like, he cut off his hair, and scalp, so all you could see was his brain. He fell over dead. The King did all of this with such a deadpan face. He turned to the boy's body, spat on it, and muttered, "Tranny pig." Everyone watching, and there was a lot of them, turned away once The King turned to walk away. This man was a monster. I saw a lot of kids I knew there, who were from school, dance, the neighborhood, etc. I saw a girl I knew from school and cheer leading on the verge of death, anothr cheerleading classmate, who was also her best friend, cradling her, crying. The King shot the dying one in the thigh, because she tried to escape, leaving her to die slowly. It was pretty merciful, compared to the other methods of punishment. This broke my heart. The two most popular and joyous girls I knew were at utmost despair. Throughout the dream, I could only think about my parents and my brother. Flash forward to another day, I'm walking around the house, like usual, with the rest of the "herd" of abducted children, and I meet up with that one girl who was cradling and crying over her dying best friend. We talked a little, she's very damaged because of what happened to her best friend. She tells me we need to escape. That her friend's death cannot be in vain. I'm very reluctant, but I'm pretty fast on my feet. I agree. We climb over the wall, and run a couple meters from the house. I look back, and I understand why no one sees the kids, or anything that's occurring in that house. There's some sort of protection field that makes it still look like its abandoned from the outside. The sirens go off. Green lazor lights are everywhere. Those represent the locations of the Black Van Men. We make it as far as the freeway. We try to remove the collars but we can't. Then I wake up.

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Well that i was in a pool with my family and there were other people there too. There were some bleachers and see how in the santa ana river there's a bike trail and if you want to go down to the river its all steep well for some reason it turned into that and one of my uncle's friend was walking through there with his like 10 month-1yr kid my uncle told him dont leave him alone his gona fall, the guy didnt listen and the little kid started rolling down towards the pool and this was a huge pool too i mean it was deep and the kid started sinking in right after that i was like i got him so i dived in but the kid was sinking so fast i didn't think i was gona get him nor hold my breath long enough, so for some reason i asked god for help and idk how i did but i got him and started swimming out not sure he was still alive. As soon as i took him out some other guy started like pusshing down on his chest and water started coming out of his mouth.. but dam it was so intense! :O

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