Nerefa

Accidentally deleted this journal, so I'm rewriting what I can remember of it.

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I was in my childhood home standing on the balcony. I looked up and saw what looked like a cancerous formation in the sky (a patch of red that began to grow).
When the sun went down, some people with weapons and flashlights showed up. My family ducked behind the furniture. I was lucid and decided not to buy into the fear, so I stepped outside, knowing it was me they wanted. They proceeded to kidnap me, having me get into a van.

In the van, I went to the front and saw the driver, a woman with straight black hair. I talked to her, asked what was going on. I can't remember the full conversation and lost the journal for this, but she told me about how she was dying of a medical illness and needed a large sum of money to pay for treatment. Due to unbridled capitalism and its goal of limitless growth at the expense of life (like a cancer), crime was her last resort for health care to save her life. That's why she kidnapped me.

I reached forward from the back of the van (through the little window) and materialized money out of my hands. She was stunned.

I told her that her world is my dream. She was a bit horrified at first, though because she was already facing terminal illness, I think she took it better than some.

I felt like I was going to wake up soon and told her I had to go. I asked if there was anything else I could do for her before I left. She was still stunned, but asked if I could change her hair. So I kept myself asleep for a while to do her hair like she wanted, changing it on a biological level so it would stay permanent.

I then woke up and it was morning.