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I just had a really weird dream...
My brother and I were at my mom's house moving some furniture around, including a really tiny washing machine and a smaller, longer version of my dresser, which we dropped. I stepped outside for a moment when I saw a small plane circling around really low, like 20' off the ground. It crashes into the school across the street from my mom's house and slides across the field and smashes a large chunk of my mom's house apart, including the bedrooms. I barely dodged it by running to the backyard when I realized it was about to crash. I see that there are a ton of other planes flying towards the school, like its got a runway. They all try to land, but instead just crash and hit the houses, mostly my mom's. I run across the backyard and start hopping walls to escape the school when I hear a radio message of someone talking about these planes. I think the person talking was the person who set up the attacks, and his message was trying to get us to leave the country. Part of me wants to say it was the Man in Black from Stephen King's Dark Tower series...but I dunno. Anyway, I return to my mom's house to try and find my brother, who I'm sure had to have been killed in the first hit, but he was alive in my old bedroom. So I get him and we are gathering supplies to leave the area. We go to the kitchen to get food and drink and begin to leave when I realize my dog is still alive back there. So I go back and find him outside by the house. He was on his hind legs, with his forepaws on the axle of a bicycle wheel, pushing it along. Weird. I call to him and at the same time my dad, who is drunk, calls to him from the other side. My dad and I talk for a bit, agree to move out together, along with the neighbors, and then I realize my brother and I have no spare clothes, so we go back to the house to get clothes, and then I woke up.
My brother and I were at my mom's house moving some furniture around, including a really tiny washing machine and a smaller, longer version of my dresser, which we dropped. I stepped outside for a moment when I saw a small plane circling around really low, like 20' off the ground. It crashes into the school across the street from my mom's house and slides across the field and smashes a large chunk of my mom's house apart, including the bedrooms. I barely dodged it by running to the backyard when I realized it was about to crash. I see that there are a ton of other planes flying towards the school, like its got a runway. They all try to land, but instead just crash and hit the houses, mostly my mom's. I run across the backyard and start hopping walls to escape the school when I hear a radio message of someone talking about these planes. I think the person talking was the person who set up the attacks, and his message was trying to get us to leave the country. Part of me wants to say it was the Man in Black from Stephen King's Dark Tower series...but I dunno. Anyway, I return to my mom's house to try and find my brother, who I'm sure had to have been killed in the first hit, but he was alive in my old bedroom. So I get him and we are gathering supplies to leave the area. We go to the kitchen to get food and drink and begin to leave when I realize my dog is still alive back there. So I go back and find him outside by the house. He was on his hind legs, with his forepaws on the axle of a bicycle wheel, pushing it along. Weird. I call to him and at the same time my dad, who is drunk, calls to him from the other side. My dad and I talk for a bit, agree to move out together, along with the neighbors, and then I realize my brother and I have no spare clothes, so we go back to the house to get clothes, and then I woke up.