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I had another strange dream last night. This time I was in Boston in some sort of general store, and I did something and a tan white-bearded man gave me this look of disappointment....
And then I heard noises. Sounded like... planes. Tons of them like an airstrike! Which is exactly what then proceeded to happen. The building outside I saw through the store window was bombed, chunks of bricks broke the glass, I got a few good scrapes... and a couple of gashes from the shrapnel, a chunk of steel bar from the building missed my head by a few inches. buildings all around were now caught in a sea of flame. The great city was being reduced to rubble, and I was standing in the middle of it holding a bottle of Pepsi, and blood rolling down my cheek, blood dripping down from my forearm to my finger tips, slwoly made a drop. The soft plop awoken me from my state of shock and I stood there... unable to think of what I should be doing during this tragedy. Reality struck hard as I looked around and all the people that came into this small store for a snack, drink, pack of ciggerettes, or whatever the so desired were running around screaming, some holding huge cuts closed, some dead from shrapnel striking them in vital spots. A woman crying on the ground laying next to her dead (possibly knocked out son, as I saw no blood from him) daughter. The tan white-bearded man looked at me and laughed. Sleek black clad troopers were parachuting down shooting a hailstorm of bullets.
Yeah, then I woke up around 4 and sat in my bed until around 6:30, then realizing I had to go to school.
And then I heard noises. Sounded like... planes. Tons of them like an airstrike! Which is exactly what then proceeded to happen. The building outside I saw through the store window was bombed, chunks of bricks broke the glass, I got a few good scrapes... and a couple of gashes from the shrapnel, a chunk of steel bar from the building missed my head by a few inches. buildings all around were now caught in a sea of flame. The great city was being reduced to rubble, and I was standing in the middle of it holding a bottle of Pepsi, and blood rolling down my cheek, blood dripping down from my forearm to my finger tips, slwoly made a drop. The soft plop awoken me from my state of shock and I stood there... unable to think of what I should be doing during this tragedy. Reality struck hard as I looked around and all the people that came into this small store for a snack, drink, pack of ciggerettes, or whatever the so desired were running around screaming, some holding huge cuts closed, some dead from shrapnel striking them in vital spots. A woman crying on the ground laying next to her dead (possibly knocked out son, as I saw no blood from him) daughter. The tan white-bearded man looked at me and laughed. Sleek black clad troopers were parachuting down shooting a hailstorm of bullets.
Yeah, then I woke up around 4 and sat in my bed until around 6:30, then realizing I had to go to school.