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i had a dream last night..well actually it was that day. i was in a building at a table eating and talking to people. i don't know what we were talking about. this person had...control over all things. he/she would say " now all woman" and every one would turn into a woman. then he/she would say " now all men" and every one would turn into a man. i forget all of what happened but i remember getting in a construction building elevator, ya know..the kind they use when they are still constructing a building. a man was with me in the elevator we were going up really fast...too fast actually. we got to the top and the doors opened. i looked out and saw a dark room. the man in the elevator said something like " go meet him" or "go meet your creator" or " go meet your maker" one of the three. i walked into the room and he started walking toward me. he started to pull something out of his pocket and i thought it was a gun( i didn't see what he pulled out) so i killed him. the man in the elevator saw me kill him before the doors closed and i knew he would come back in( he saw me before the doors closed but he didn't have any time to get in the building before the doors shut...ya know) i got a 12 gauge off the floor, at this time the elevator door turned into a regular door and people started to come in. i ran to the door and stuck the gun out and shot one guy. i tried to shot someone else but it only had one shell in the gun. they came in and started stabbing me i took a knife away from a person and started killing them one by one.i stabbed one guy in the ass and run the knife up to his back.
i could feel the blades sliding in between my flesh. so i kept killing them...and killing them. all these ppl what i was killing, i knew them. every one of them.family, friends, co-workers. the knife i had was too small so i went into another room and saw a really big knife, i grabbed it and went into the first room. i walked with it behind me. a man was before me with a hatchet in one hand and a knife in the other. i saw hate in his eyes as he pulled back the hatchet to cut in. so i stabbed him in the belly. after the killings started to decrease. someone asked me " why are you killing all these people" i said " because they are trying to kill me" the man said " no they arnt" once he said that... i felt bad. i dropped the knife and slowly turned around. looking at the people i have killed and the people i have only wounded, i started to cry.

the end

kinda a sucky ending huh. o well.


the man i was talking about, the one that was pulling something out of his pocket. it was a guy that was already in the room, not the man in the elevator with me.



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