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Monday, October 17, 2016

docks

10-16-16
it was at a dock, there was a car sinking in the water. the woman started freaking out about how her baby might be in there. the man with her said it wasnt cuz it got left behind on the other side of the ocean. then a crime lord who ran a robot fighting arena accused this same woman of setting him up and tried to have her killed. me and other authoritative figures got her safely and started to pursue the guy. then i ended up the docks and saved 3 kittens from drowning. 

Monday, October 10, 2016

Many faces

10-9-16

Started off with me going somewhere. I got a IM from a internet friend. I said i had to go and responded in all cap, 'NO!! DONT GO! PLEASE DONT GO!'. I just thought he was being weird so I exited out of the IM and left anyway. Next thing i know im in various different worlds. Traversing one to the other trying to find my way back home with many others. In each place we had to wear different disguises to blend in. We had to do so to avoid detection and from being trapped in that place. The final place was a desert place. We were dressed in light outfits and our heads covered. We had lost over half the group. The 'caravan leader' spoke, 'keep on your disguises, keep your head down, and keep close'. We did so, and kept moving. The last place was a big garden. Perfectly trimmed trees and bushes, flowers here blooming here and there, lights strung up throughout the trees and over perfectly spaced metal patio tables. Each table had 2 chairs, and a single vase with a single dark red rose in the middle. Everything outside the lights was pitch black, there werent even any stars or a moon in the sky. 

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Storm

10-1-16

I was in this really nice building. Kinda like the ones you see all the rich people stay in in all those movies. The sky was black and green and riddled with tornadoes. The sky would stay black and flash bright green. If you tried to leave your room or even the building random numbers of tornadoes would reign down trying to, if not in fact, stop you from movement.