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In my dream I walked through the State Hospital field under a blue cloudy sky. I entered the woods and walked the forbidden trail, hoping not to run into the police that regularly patrol it. After passing the deserted house beside the path parallel with the Charles River I stopped dead inmy tracks when I heard a roar. Slowly turning around, the were two black bears approaching me. I quickly turned and ran for my life, the bears slowly bounding after me. My sweat and spit drifted off of my face, hitting the roaring bears in the face as their teeth clenched and eyes looked murderous. I came upon a house on my right, painted in yellows and pinks. I scrambled up to the door and pounded on it. Lesley White opened it. I jumped inside and shut the down behind me. Then I fell to the floor and panted until I caught my breath.
The next thing I remember is sitting at the kitchen table with her and her parents. Her mom was short with curly white hair and pale skin, wearing a light blue cooking apron. Her dad was balding and completely white with a white mustache and a dress shirt, striped tie, and khakis. He explained to me that they bought the land and where secretly keeping dangerous animals there, like lions, bears, elephants, and rhinos. I kept asking him whether or not he had giraffes there but he would always ignore the question. Now I'm wondering if I should go back there today and check it out. But it's raining out and I would rather read Harry Potter. Who is Lesley White, anyway?
I slept for ten hours, three hours longer than normal.
The next thing I remember is sitting at the kitchen table with her and her parents. Her mom was short with curly white hair and pale skin, wearing a light blue cooking apron. Her dad was balding and completely white with a white mustache and a dress shirt, striped tie, and khakis. He explained to me that they bought the land and where secretly keeping dangerous animals there, like lions, bears, elephants, and rhinos. I kept asking him whether or not he had giraffes there but he would always ignore the question. Now I'm wondering if I should go back there today and check it out. But it's raining out and I would rather read Harry Potter. Who is Lesley White, anyway?
I slept for ten hours, three hours longer than normal.