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    1. 4/14/12 A Thief in the Night

      by , 05-14-2012 at 01:07 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      I lay down on the floor, getting ready for bed. I was sleeping over at my grandmother's house in the dream, but it wasn't her real house. My sister and I were sleeping in what looked like a large living room. My other sister, Ken, was sleeping in a bed somewhere in the house. So we slept on a pallet on the floor.

      I "woke up" at around dawn. My grandmother came running in. She told us there was a thief in the house.

      I got up and tiptoed around, my grandmother following me. I didn't hear anything. I looked out of the nearest window, and sure enough there was a hooded figure running through the nearby yard away from the house. He was holding what looked like a Wal-Mart plastic bag.

      He ran into a crowd of people going to school. I shot through the hallway, and out the door, determined to catch him. He was walking by now. I darted in front of him.

      "What did you take!?" I yelled, trying to get his attention.
      He looked up at me. He looked familiar, oddly familiar. He was very tall; much taller than me. His hood almost hid his eyes.
      He sighed, then threw the bag down.
      "Here," he said. "I don't need it."
      He looked at me. I noticed a sad look in his eyes, like he was searching for something.
      He turned and walked away, through the crowd.
      I stood there, my head spinning. How did I do that? I thought to myself.

      I looked inside the bag. There was a shrunken version of my backpack in there, and a couple of books I had at the house.
      Well I better go back.

      I walked back inside the house. My grandmother and my sisters ran up to me. "Are you okay?" They asked. I said I was fine, but a bit troubled. Why would he give these back?

      I walked into a little room on the right. Ken followed me inside. I looked up to a picture on the wall. The boy in the picture looked a lot like the hooded boy, only in the picture it was a younger version of him.

      When Ken looked at the picture, she said she knew who he was. He used to live in this house. I guess he was looking for something but was too embarrassed to walk up and ask or something like that.

      Then the dream ended.

      Updated 05-14-2012 at 01:09 PM by 32984

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