First dream and i just woke up so i'm trying to grasp onto it as long as i can before the dream slips away and i cant remember it any more.
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(i forgot how the beginning startedso ill start from the middle-ish)
The T.V. blared in our little tent. A few other people who i didnt know and me were camping in this... unknown... area... thing.... The news reported that after an explosion in a hill side, police went to investigate. The hole was huge on the inside, and rocky. But the entrance was relatively small, and i was not sure on how the Girl and her little brother lived in there but they were. There was a 7 yr old girl with tattered clothes and her little 3-4 yr old brother. When they saw the police, the girl started to climb up the rocks to the farther back of the cave, but the little bother didnt know what to do so he just sat there with a curious smile. The police had their flashlights on them, but they shot anyway. The first shot was at the girl and it missed. The second was shot at her and she fell. It hit her in the stomach. The police shot the little boy, and it hit dead on near the side of his chest. He fell over, twitched and stopped moving.
We looked at the tv with a wide mouth.
"They did not..."
"Unfortunately they did"
"That is messed up!" [I DO NOT KNOW WHO THESE PEOPLE WERE OR THEIR NAMES. REALITY CHECK NEEDED LOL]
I got out of the tent followed by 'my friends' and we walked down the grassy hill. We were camping somewhere in L.A. where there was a canyon-ish thing with a bridge stretching across it. And the bridge was rickety with the cave where the girl and brother were killed right in front of the bridge.
(i forgot part of the dream where i was in the canyon doing something. Next scene)
We climbed into the cave and looked around. It was big, yet i could not understand how they lived in here for... however long they were in here. Everyone exited the cave and i was the last one out, but before i got out the exit shrunk into a rectangle figure. ... holes dont just change sizes like that... i must be dreaming i thought but i didnt hold onto the thought for long.
Night came fast and i was one of the last up. One of my friends people things was walking across the bridge slowly, pulling up boards behind him as he went.
"Hey what are ya doin?" i asked loudly. He didnt stop but replied "Its for the protest to build another bridge". I looked away laughing. Those idiots killed that girl when they knew what she was and that she was there. I wish she was alive i worried. Then i heard a faint whisper from below my feet.
"Help...... Me..." the soft voice said. I looked down immediately. A little hair was showing from under some rocks. I called my group over here and we started to lift everything off of her.
Thats when i woke up. But i questioned my mom when i woke up if there was anything on the news about that because sound leaked from the tv into my dream.




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so ill start from the middle-ish)


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