Looking through the pictures on my phone with my brother, I begin to see pictures of strange looking people. Then there was a picture of a pack of dogs (they looked like labs) running into the woods. The next picture was of me with a strange creature. It was a glowing white horse with a crystal horn. My phone said the picture was taken in Wisconsin (why, I have no clue. I've never been to Wisconsin). Suddenly, I was almost living a different life. My father was suddenly alot more overprotective. It was like medeivel times, everyone was carrying swords and held shields. I wanted to find the unicorn, so I went out into the woods by myself. I get captured by monsters. A girl that was with them decided to help me, so she brought me back to my family, but wherever we went was on fire. I raced through, searching for my parents I remember seeing my brother run by me, not even noticing I was there. There was too much smoke in the air. I stopped where there wasn't as much flames and paused to catch my breath. The I heard my father's voice. I ran towards it, screaming "Daddy?" And crying. When we got together he hugged me like he normally does: tightly. When I pulled away he asked me if I was hurt. I said no. Later, I decided I wanted to try to see the unicorn again (like an idiot.). I wandered by myself in the woods until I came across a coach without a horse. I walked cautiously beside it, but the handles became hands and they grabbed me.
Then I woke up.
