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Saturday, March 5, 2011

Don't Fear The Reaper.

Dreamt I was on my parents' property just near the outskirts, close to the neighbor's cranberry marsh. My sister and I were being chased by this angry bear and we were running towards this truck. I see an asian woman on the other side of the truck and I yell to her about the bear. I see that her truck is smashed in through the windshield, so my sister and I crawl in that way and the asian woman follows. She takes her time getting around the car and as I try to pull her in through the windshield and the bear is getting closer, I appear next to my parents' house, so I don't know what happened to her. There was a guy that was standing near me and and he told me that Death has been watching me and following me. I kind of freaked out and ran into the house, thinking I was going to die or something. Then I freaked out even more when this other guy flew into the house. He had these black wings with purple smoke emitting off the wings and he was wearing all black.. I was terrified. I thought he was going to kill me and I asked him if I was going to die. He said, "Not if you'll let me help you." Then he pointed to my stomach and told me that a while ago I had a baby but lost it and that he needed to get rid of it because it was still inside of me and killing me. He took out this sack of seashells and put them in his hand. He told me to take it and it'll help with the pain. I asked him if I had to take one or the whole handful, and he laughed and told me to just take one. So I ate it and he laid me down on the floor and cut me open and pulled out my stomach and produced these tiny things that looked like Jelly Bellies. When I saw the jelly bellies I knew there was always something wrong with my digestion, and seeing this confirmed it. Then my sister Sarah came in and I told her what was going on and I showed her the incision, though I wasn't looking, and she freaked out and told me I was losing a lot of blood. Then all I see is her in the room, narrating the whole thing and showing pictures of our childhood and how much of a good sister I was to her. As if I died.

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