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[sid] => 77491
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A Dream I had
[time] => 2004-12-28 06:26:25
[hometext] => I dreamed this the other day, and it scared me. I dont usually have bad dreams, but i wanted to make a poem out of it. I dreamed this really happened in my high school.
[bodytext] => Im sitting in the back of a classroom, i look out the window, its a warm sunny day, Im looking at the students, but i cant hear what they say, Im looking at the teacher, she wont even talk, I get up from my desk, as i start to walk, I start walking out the door and everythings still cool, As i look around at the familiar surroudings i realize im back in my high school, Im standing around the others as we are in the hall, They was all acting normal, and i was standing against the wall, Then all of a sudden, a girl comes out from nowhere, I never seen her before, I didnt know she was there, I never really got to look at her face, She pulled out her gun and started chasing me all over the place, I ran away, and i hid in this strange place, Im not at my School anymore, but i see another face, She speaks to me, and i can hear what she had to say, She told me to follow her, that she knew the way, I follow her and we are being chased again, I wonder why this dream does not end, All i wanted to do was to wake up, This dream freaked me out, i already had enough, Were still running its like we are in a maze, Im just running around like im in a daze, That girl i was hiding with is now gone, Now i had to face this on my own, Kids were running around crazy and running out of the School, And i was found again by that crazy fool, She points the gun and shoots at me, I didnt hear the gun go off, but the windows was shot out that i could see, I dont know where she went, but i ran back inside, and couldnt not believe what i had to see, Please let me wake up, its not what it has to be, I watched her point a gun in a room full of kids, I woke up before i saw what she did [comments] => 4 [counter] => 562 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Jenn2004 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 18 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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