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I am leaving work and I am in my 20's. I see a parked car outside, the trunk is open and no one is around. I look inside and see a beautiful painting, it's covered with some red stuff at the bottom.
"get away from the car!"
I look around and see a old woman with a blade.
"You realize your tresspassing right."I say to her.
"Your not one of them?"
"One of what?"
She put's the blade away and shuts the trunk.
"I got a reading that they were here," she muttered.
"I'm still here."
"Oh, right. Forget what you saw."
"And what did I see?"
"Something you should forget." she says.
The club across the street opens it's doors and winged things come out.
"Do you know how to handle a gun?"is the last thing she says to me. My friends come out of the store and stop in thier tracks when they see the creatures.


THIS IS THE LAST DREAM