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On the way to graduation, there was an accident involving a green van. We ran out of the vehicle and into another one that was rather uncorporeal as were the inhabitants of said vehicle which just happened to be us (they also ignored everything we said). Dismissing it as a weird coincidence, we left and managed to get a ride to said graduation.
Life continued on. Many of us turned to a life of crime in which we liberated exotic animals from zoos (and then got caught before said hijinks but, due to the charm of my brother, we were more often than not released).
After one attempted rescue, mom, brother, and I decided to leave town and return home. Close to our old residence, the van crashed again. Since the highway was deserted (and apparently we had forgotten our mobiles), we had to walk for assistance. We found ourselves in a residential neighborhood. We broke into a house (quite the criminals!), and discovered that it was covered in pictures of us because it was actually Dad's house, who was living with another woman even though he was gay. It was also around this time that we discovered that the general assumption was that we were dead. When I discovered this unsettling factoid, I remembered the first accident and realized that there had been a mish mash of the time lines, a weak point in the vortex. It was pretty mind boggling.
We decided to steal our favorite pictures and then leave. Before we had quite finished the job, the woman woke up and started to scream, so then we had to explain the whole thing. That, of course, woke Dad up and every other of our living relations. There were chips and cheese, and then we found out that the woman dad was living with was actually an illusion and didn't exist at all (a fact which surprised and disgruntled her as well) and then the alarm went off before the dream had a chance to elaborate.
I should go eat breakfast.
Life continued on. Many of us turned to a life of crime in which we liberated exotic animals from zoos (and then got caught before said hijinks but, due to the charm of my brother, we were more often than not released).
After one attempted rescue, mom, brother, and I decided to leave town and return home. Close to our old residence, the van crashed again. Since the highway was deserted (and apparently we had forgotten our mobiles), we had to walk for assistance. We found ourselves in a residential neighborhood. We broke into a house (quite the criminals!), and discovered that it was covered in pictures of us because it was actually Dad's house, who was living with another woman even though he was gay. It was also around this time that we discovered that the general assumption was that we were dead. When I discovered this unsettling factoid, I remembered the first accident and realized that there had been a mish mash of the time lines, a weak point in the vortex. It was pretty mind boggling.
We decided to steal our favorite pictures and then leave. Before we had quite finished the job, the woman woke up and started to scream, so then we had to explain the whole thing. That, of course, woke Dad up and every other of our living relations. There were chips and cheese, and then we found out that the woman dad was living with was actually an illusion and didn't exist at all (a fact which surprised and disgruntled her as well) and then the alarm went off before the dream had a chance to elaborate.
I should go eat breakfast.