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    Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.

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    Art Project

    by jtn98 on 04-26-2016 at 09:56 PM
    I am using paint to write words on the neighbor's car. This is the neighbor we used to live by before we moved...I am back at our old house. His house is on the left now...in real life it is on the right. I am using white paint to write a paragraph on his dark colored SUV. I don't remember exactly what I was writing, but it included the words "God" and "Devil", and the last three sentences were all the same and were about dying. The neighbor walks out of his house, and casually asks what I'm doing. I tell him it's an art project. He briefly glances at the words, which makes me uncomfortable, because I don't want anyone else to read them. My dad comes out of his house. This really makes me uncomfortable, because I especially don't want him to read what I've written. The neighbor goes over and starts talking to him. I'm afraid that the neighbor is going to tell my dad about his SUV, but my dad just starts talking about something random. My neighbor is distracted when he sees that my dad's been waxing his car improperly, and tried to point it out. My dad keeps on talking, though. Another boy, about my age, is by the SUV. He asks why I don't make the paragraph longer. I say that it's already an entire paragraph, and that the last three sentences imply that the person the paragraph was about died anyway. He agrees.
    My clothes are soaking wet. I change. Clothes get wet again. I go into the closet (which has a dark maroon/orange carpet...atmosphere seems like it's in the '70s) to find more clothes. I find a t-shirt with a picture of a Walking Dead character on it. Then I proceed to hug the shirt, but it doesn't feel like I'm hugging the shirt, it feels like I'm hugging the person whose picture is on the shirt...but physically it feels like I'm just hugging and empty shirt, but the person on the shirt must not want a hug, because I keep getting pushed back (...) and my hugs are rejected. Then I put a sweatshirt on, and it has a stupid Gears of War logo on it, and I think (for some reason) this makes me appear like a jackass. And the sweatshirt is really stiff, like it's old and hasn't been worn in a long time. The hood is REALLY stiff, and rises up to the back of my neck and makes me look weird.
    Then, I'm in my dad's old bedroom. The sheets are gone from his bed, so it's just a white cover. There might've been white cover-less pillows on the mattress? There is one pack of Swisher Sweets cigars on the bed. I pick it up, and then I see a huge box with the Swisher Sweets logo on it. I had assumed it to be empty, but I check it anyway. It's full of cigars. I take a few packs out of it, and go away before anyone sees me.
    Greg Brady (from the '70s show 'The Brady Bunch') has lost or broken something, and his dad, Mike Brady, is making him go get another of whatever he lost or broke.

    ** Tried to go to sleep at 8 pm, couldn't until 2:00 am because I was watching YouTube**
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