Basic Task ii Read the Newspaper, (priceleecushing)(Complete)]: WILD. I was laying on my back with my eyes closed in my bed. I worked on my breathing and staying still. I felt relaxed and at peace as I could feel a strong vibration. I could hear a sound that sounded like a low-frequency humming, rumbling noise that to seem to get louder and louder. Sometimes, not always, I would feel like my throat was dry and then I would start coughing. Not this time. Then just like that, it got quiet again. I recall just not doing too much. Then I rolled over to my left side. I knew that I successfully WILD then I went on.
This is when I decided to change scenes. It was winter. I was now, in school. I recall that the room was a little distorted and cold, in the dream. It was cloudy and just felt dull outside. It felt like one of those days when you wanted to just crawl back into bed and back to sleep. It felt like I was young again. I recall that I was sitting at a table on a far wall in the back room. I was in homeroom. It was a break and everyone went outside. I recall that Mrs. Benten was there. Normally, she would be in the front office. She's not a teacher. She was there, I needed to finish up on some overdue homework and nobody what there to help me? I don't know. It's not like I needed help in the dream.
I watched her looked up at the clock and then at her watch. She looked over to me and said with a dry tone, "Go over to box #35 and 36. Yesterday, you were out and you missed the Secret Santa. Excuse me." She got up and went out of the room for a moment.
I got up and went to the boxes that she was talking about. I came to the clear glass tesseract cubes that were resting on the desks that morphed into boxes that had loads of cash in them. For what? At first, I was shocked and I recall thinking maybe she said, "25??" or "26??" Because this is a lot of money and I didn't know what the hell this means. I didn't want to touch the money.
While I was waiting for her to come back into the room. I decided to do the Basic task: Read the Newspaper, (priceleecushing) so I did. There was a story about a kid who got hit by a snowplow. Apparently, it was a snow day in the Queen City. There was a lot of snow that fell that week. Some kid name Reph Smarkisicki was playing on the side of the street building snow tunneled and then fell asleep. When the snowplow went by, the kid was hit and killed. A bloody mess. It was a terrible story. I remember after I was done reading the story, I had tears rolling down my cheeks.
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