My Dream


I was having a very lovely day with my Mom's bestfriend, Karyn. We were grocery shopping in one of those lovely, large suburban grocery stores.
I had discovered that only one subway stop away from me was this adorable suburban town, and I was planning on moving there.
We got into a van with my Mom and other friends of mine. We were driving along with the view of the New York skyline to our left. You could see smoke from where the Twin Towers were.
It was dusk.
Suddenly, all the buildings started to come down- quickly, just like how the World Trade Towers fell. One after another, every building fell down, until there was only 1 building left standing in Manhattan.
I started screaming 2 very high pitched screams, and fell down on my knees in the van.
We drove back to our house, which was a sort of row house in Queens, and there was an incredible pressure to leave town and to grab everything of value, because you would never return, and if you did, your house would be looted. Not all people knew the city was destroyed, and we had to leave before everyone else knew.
I was trying to leave, and no one was getting ready quickly. I went into the yard, where my Dad was standing under some pine trees with a woman. He was somehow controlling this brown sparrow that kept flying into me, and stabbing me. My face and hands were bleeding.


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