Being resurected from the dead.. twice

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Saturday 8th - Sunday 9th February 2014

I was walking down my road taking pictures of flooded houses but they weren't normally placed in my village they were like in a massive ditch in the ground which was filled with water and only their roofs and chimneys were above ground. I fell in one of the ditches and people were trying to pull me out. While in this struggle I looked over and saw a family moving back into their house. Then I changed from being me to a girl in that family. I think I drowned. Their house, which was one of the ones in a ditch, had just had the water removed from it. I had a sister and a mum and we all agreed not to go into the basement which was a latch on in the floor of the hallway. The house was creeking and water was dripping in my face when suddenly it turned into wood dust so I closed my eyes (I was trying to go into the sitting room at the time) and then when I opened my eyes I was on a farm. I think the house collapsed or something. On the farm I was a little boy about nine years old with my brother also nine. First we were outside then we went into the barn because someone told us to do something but there was something stopping us. Some sort of big machine with scissor like hands I think. I can't remember much of that apart from something to do with ketchup I think. The next bit I remember was in the woods with my brother running away from something. And then I can't remember anymore.

-Links To Reality-

This was at the time of the floods in the UK and houses were actually flooding in my village. Also the ketch up I think might be to do with Mc Donalds. I go there most Fridays in the Drive in with my mum, sister and bestie and there's a guy that works there called Jason who's shift is always when we go. Ever since he started there we say loudly "Justin Bieber!!!" and sing JB songs! One time we parked up to wait for the food and he brought it to us and said "Ketchup Love with Justin Bieber!"

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