Am I the only one who doesn't wonder how my loved ones will die? How my friends will die? I only wonder how I'll die. That may sound conceited but I am a unique human, how can I control that?
I walked through a soft green field with the bright orange sun getting ready to set. I lay down and a man comes up to me. I don't question his actions. I just stare at the sky hoping he won't look into my eyes. He unfortanutly does.
I see a woman with scars covering her face coming toward him. Step, step, step. Her face is pale white and her scars are a mixture of dark black, red, & a bright bright yellow. Almost the color of urine. She's disgusting! She contineus walking while her black hair hides half her face. She's covered in rags that used to be white but now are dusted in what seems like black and brown sand. Or possibly the rags are her only tolietry items. He falls down and the vision shakes. I only see through his eyes. I don't hear anything. I see his hands pointing at her. She smiles and then takes her devilish long finger and peirces it into the eye.
I wake up screaming. But then I remember. It was just....
Another.
Bad.
Dream.
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Teen Fiction"As I looked into his eyes I saw an image of me running toward him, as well as a big light coming from his right side. He was standing in a blue suit and was holding a bouquet of roses. He turned his head to face the light... How did that just happ...
