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A Murderer In Disguise?
I don't remember much about my dream... just the end before I my alarm woke me up:
I'm in my room, but it's bigger than normal, and I'm sitting on my bed. It's also cleaner, because to the left, the space where all my books and haphazard paper is cleaned away, leaving an bigger and open space. I don't remember how it happened, but I think my door opened, which from my position on the bed is the top right corner. Two tall men wearing black suites, blacks hats, and shades come and dropd off bags or something in the open space to my left.
I know what in there, I know what they gave me, but I never addressed it. A few moments later, two of my friends come. One is a girl who once said I was her best friend, so I called her my best friend, Modey, even though we don't really do what "best friends do." The other is a girl I've known the longest and is still my friend, Patty.
Once again, I don't exactly remember how it happened it just did. Modey comes in first with a gold box, like the ones for bracelets, and then leaves. Patty comes in bringing an identical box. I don't remember who gave what, but I am suddenly sitting in the open space surrounded by the bags and boxes, with the two small boxes on my left and right. The left box has a strange top, where it is positioned so I can see the inside. I know what's inside, but I felt as if maybe it would be an actual present.
Of course it's not. It had rotting teeth and something else. Dozens of them. The same with the other present. I think I smiled.
Looking up, I saw the two suited men in the doorway watching me. I picked up everything and placed it on my twin bed, but it seemed bigger to be able to carry that much. I looked at the pile, knowing a stench was there but I couldn't smell.
Then I took my florally comforter and wrapped the pile like wrapping a ball in a handkerchief. I knew something would happen, so I took the bed sheets and wrapped the ball in the same manner. One of the men, the skinnier one gave me a large hammer, like a sledge hammer.
I stood on my bed, the ball on the other end and swung the heavy tool down, for some reason it didn't hit the wall behind me, the wall seemed so far away. I didn't even wait for any reaction from the pile before swinging the tool again and stopped: two impacts, one on the left, one on the right. It didn't take long before red started seeping through the sheets and onto the mattress.
I didn't seem distressed or disgusted, all I felt was disappointment that I didn't think of getting large white garbage bags from downstairs.
Then I wake up...
I don't remember much about my feelings when I woke up and became fully aware of my surroundings, just a slight nostalgic feeling of wanting to finish the dream or know what happened before and after.
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