Wow, that's freaky! Maybe you have some kind of internal clock. |
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date: July 17th, 2007...My mom dropped me off at this daycare/camp and it was in the ghetto, and so everyone played basketball, tennis ect…and then at night everyone was shooting and killing and stuff like gang fights and stuff eminem,and 50 cent were there also…so then after that which repeated itself for two day in a row in them two nights I was too scared to even sleep do to what I saw all day…so the following day/the third day there I was gonna call my mom to pick me up so I asked a poor black lady for her cell phone and she shouted no!!!and then I asked a old man in his 50’s with gray hair if I could use a phone in front of him at the desk…and he said what for and I said I have to call my mom…so he said ok quickly I glanced at the clock and it was 8:20 in the morning…so I dialed her number ...and she answered I said mom I need you to just pick me up I hate it here ok…she said ok be right there…so when she got there it was 8:35 about and all of the sudden everyone was all happy when before they where kind of psychotic…and then I looked to the left of me and a lady was moving outta her house …and that was weird..and so I got in the car and we left the place…(after this I woke up from the dream I went into one of the rooms of my house and the clock said 8:45 exactly the same time I had seen in the car at the end of this dream…) |
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Wow, that's freaky! Maybe you have some kind of internal clock. |
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