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Dream that i had that i enhanced to make it more of a story than a play by play of my thoughts:
9/24/11
I was walking home in the moonlit path as I always did. Was it sorrow or fear that I smelled? A waft a smoke filled my nostrils. “Oh dear god, oh dear god” repeated through my head as I continued walking, eyes piercing knives at the hill before me in the deep of the forest. Just behind it would be that old abandoned shack that I had restored; that paradise, my comfort, my home. As I reached the top devastation took over. I saw what I had feared. I stood dazed watching my sanctuary in fire. It was leaving the house in every crack and opening. It was as if a fire breathing dragon was inside my heart puffing away, slowly melting everything inside out. All of a sudden, a firework of smoke forced through the now shattered window. My life was in there. They must have known that. What bloody monster would set my house to its death? You would want to kill me? I stumble towards it all, every step I take the fires go down, low flames slowly dissolving in the crisp black sky. Flames continued to go down until the moon was the only dominate source of light. Hours after dying hours passed when I decided it was now or never. As I walked through the half standing door frame I looked down and saw a matchbox on the floor. One, two, three, four..... No five. If this was my matchbox there would have been five. I continued to investigate and was about to abandon it all when I saw a shimmer of light buried underneath a volcanic eruption of a once tall white armoire. I shuffled to it and raised it halfheartedly, cutting my palm on its broken, reflective sharp edge. Red liquid dripped down my arm. I looked her in those bright green eyes that were all to familier to me. Then I said, “At least I’m not alone. I’ll have your corner fixed and we’ll have only each other to rely on till we die.” When I turned to finally leave I woke up…
Here's a question: What did i pick up?