DREAMNONDREAMSCENEDESCRIPTIONLUCID I am in my old old house in the living room. It is a nice sunny day. I see a little plastic bag with some craft stuff inside, my mom is holding the bag. There are 3 small packs of quilling paper! It's cool, it's green, and is that kind of stuff that isn't strictly paper, but is thin and shiny, with sparkly stuff on it...I say that would be so cool to use, but I also think in my head it would be hard to use. We are going to go SOMEWHERE, but then I realize that this is a dream. I start to sing in my beautiful dream voice. I decide to do one of my goals-to get the whole neighborhood together and do a party type thing and fly off. I tell my mom and sister that I will no longer be going and that they can go, since I know this is a dream. They FOLLOW me. Outside does not look like my old old house. It is kind of old fashion-y and field-y. I see this big old bush type thing across the street. I see no neighbors. I am singing that all of the neighbors can come now, and I look around, just with moving my head. My mom and sis are still there, ANOYING me! I tell them that they're ruining my LD. Well, they did because that was THE END
My sister and I are at my old old house, actually, but I noticed that the love seat is the same one we have at our current house .I think that it's more open at my old house, we are in the living room. My sister and I are all alone. Our parents are eating out with my mom's friends or our relatives or something. Then, I see this "burgaler". Well, that's what I called him at the time, but I don't really know what to call him. A torturer? He didn't want to kidnap us. Well, the dude has this scraggly beard. I am stereotyping . For some reason, he seems to want to do something to ME and not my sister. Well, I go behind my sister who is sitting on the loveseat, on the loveseat. I whisper to her to call the police. Obviously, this dude is some weird bad guy. He wanted me to drink something, he had this soda, and then lie...Scared that something was in the drink, I took a tiny sip, then spit it out right away, which I think he also wanted . Then I said some dumb lie. He seemed ok with that . Now, he is pulling my arms! But, then I noticed after a while of struggling, that it was fake arms that were pulling me...Then, thank GOD, I heard my mother! I went to get her! Whew! With that, I suppose I was "safe"-just with my mom being there-and I woke up!
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