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Dreams
So I took a nap today and I dreamed that Justin was trying to kill me. It wasn't very fun. I was running in this mall and he was chasing me I was this one kid from my high school and he was dressed all in white like at a mental hospital and I screamed for help, but everyone around just ignored me. I ran onto an escalator and it was moving extremly fast so fast that it threw me off and I landed on my back and skid accross the floor. Although that part was fun I still had to keep running. I jumped onto another escalator and then at the end I tripped off of it and I started screaming help me to this officer that was not even ten feet in front of me. I turned around and this other officer handed me a walkie talkie that I had thrown at Justin earlier. Justin had disappered. I kept on screaming out for help, but all the police around me just ignored me except for this one that was sitting on a chair near where I fell. The way he looked at me told me that he wanted to help me, but that he wasn't allowed. It was like I was one of the mental patients and it was all in my head that Justin was trying to kill me. I kinda know how they feel when no one will believe them when they say someone is trying to kill them. I hope I never turn mental, its so unfair when no one will listen to you.
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