August 8, 2014

I was running in a wooded area until I arrived at a lake. The water was clear and an aqua blue. The day was ending as I walked around the water until a came to a group of people facing away from the lake. They were taking a group photo by some lit torches and everyone was holding hands. I was unable to hold hands with the man to my left because I was holding a book that I had nowhere to put down.

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I was staying with a family of about seven or so members that were soon to be executed. They were innocent but I overheard a conversation outside that some people were going to be coming for us soon.

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Three people in my family hanged themselves. But my brother wasn’t one of them, meaning that the third had to be me. So I guess I wasn’t me, or something. My sister and I were running around an island, scavenging for food or anything useful. We came to a car which was unlocked and when we opened the front passenger door, we found a mini vending machine inside it. I pressed the lever and a bottle of Minute Maid orange juice popped out. I pressed the lever again but it was empty. We both headed to the driver’s door to check if it had a similar mechanism and indeed it did. However, this one dispensed bottles of cold water instead.

“Let’s just take what we can and go” she said, carrying two bottles in her arms.

“I don’t know if it’s really feasible for us to carry that much” I replied. I looked at the door once again to test the lever and about four more bottles came out before it was empty. We closed the door and ran.

“I hope that car didn’t belong to anyone.” Just as I had voiced my concern, a boy from the back who was filling the gas tank of another car shouted at us, “Don’t take stuff from my car!”

We walked over some scrap metal structures until we returned to the front door of our hotel.

I woke up in a room with a view of the ocean. Far into the distance was a large island. I attempted to take a photo of it but gave up after a few tries because I couldn’t get the shot I wanted. I tried to remember what had just happened and started to record.

I woke up in a room with a view of the ocean. My dad asked me what was wrong. I told him I had to record this dream I had. I went to the cable TV box and started taking all the cords out. “Is that really necessary?” he said. “If you’re going to take all the wires out, we might as well get a new one.”

I woke up in a room with a view of the ocean. I glanced at my phone and what I had written was still there. However everything was distorted and there were many gaps. Some spaces were replaced with crosses and stars.