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Thursday, March 6, 2014

The Coming Storm

Dream 3-6-14



A storm is coming.

My family and I prepare the underground shelter. It's more of a prison than a shelter. 

The storm arrives. My family seems to have disappeared. My mom is here. Down the long corridor, I can see several gremlin-like critters running toward me. My mom and I run for our lives. Dream ends.

I wake up. 

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