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This blog is about two people and their dreams, and a place where they can write them down so they wont forget, maybe one day theyll come in handy.

Hanging at the station

I was in some strange city with William. It was a huge city though, and it had huge elevators that would take you throughout the city, williwonka style. I wanted to go to this downtown market, which i have dreamed about before, i know, because it was so familiar. So I got in the elevator, William told me to wait for him at the market because he had to go do something real fast, so he didn't get on the elevator. It was cold, and it was like around 8:00pm. I got in the elevator, with a bunch of strange people. The elevator wasnt working, it went a wrong route. We stopped at some station, in the middle of a little crappy town. The girl that was guiding the elevator told us to wait there because a bus was going to pick us up, to take us to the market. My cellphone wasn't working, no ones was, and there was no phone in the station. It was like a wood cabin, and there was a bunch of people inside complaining. It started snowing outside. There was no room to sit inside from the cold. So I sat in this bench outside in the porch, i was overwhelmed with sadness, because i had no idea where i was and William didn't shown up. I just waited for the bus, and it had been like 3 hours and it hadn't arrived yet. There was this boy(well not a boy he was like my age or whatever) dressed in black who had been sitting next to me. Not a word had come out of his mouth for hours. I wondered why he was at the station, he obviously had been waiting there for a while, longer than me. I was soooo cold. So i got a little closer to him, I put my head on his shoulder and he didn't say anything, he just put his arm around me and made me warmer. I fell asleep. I never woke up, It just transitioned into another dream.
I was hanging on like a flying chairs type of thing, except not sitting, spinning around and I had a sword, and other people had these glass tubes. When suddenly someone drilled one of those tubes into someones head. I had to fight, everyone was. I had to defend myself, i tried slicing thru the metal thing i was hanging from but it was impossible, the thing was moving fast, i was nautious. So i just started swinging my knife around. I cut someone in half. Someone else cut someone in half, impaling the glass tube things into people. And that was it.
On another note, I thought today was supposed to be fun, but i woke up late, i'm sitting here, at home bored. I think i'm really selfish, but i can't help it.

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