My family had taken us to this dirty ickle town. My dad needed a special tool from there, so we had to go. After we had gotten the tool from the store, we were walking back, and we saw some men who knew eachother. They were big tall black men, and they were ghetto and knew it. From the moment seeing them onwards, I was petrified that someone would shoot me. Everyone I looked at was about to whip out a gun. I was dodging everything in sight, and then I grabbed this metal thing. The man who owned it tried to warn me to stop, but I had already grabbed it, and the thing twisted under me and fell to the side. It went into the road, and I nearly got run over, and then it flipped back over and deposited me in some sort of bar. There was a blind man there, and he was telling my father how he made the bar himself. My dad was in awe, cause nothing was out of place. I think we got friendly with the blind man’s family here, his wife was blind too, and then we were at my house. I was looking over at the house across the street, and all of a sudden I noticed that there were men with guns waiting in the windows. A car drove up, and they shot the person driving it. Then they told me the blind people were really mass murders, that they had killed my family and everything living in my house…The men couldn’t see the blind woman and her daughter hiding in my bushes, but I could. I tried to run…but then…something…hit…my…back…….

The dream after that was really weird. All I can remember are lotsa slurpees with Shira and Tamy, and piggies.