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I hadthe most horrible dream last night. Yesterday, there was an assembly, and we went over all the different emergency alerts. There are three. The first one's a general security alert. I forgot what that one goes like. The second is a severe weather alert. It tells you to stay inside and stay away from all windows. The third is code red. It goes like "Code red. Lockdown. Stay in your room or classroom and lock all doors." And it says that three times.

So then last night I dreamed that this laundromat in town, like a ten minute walk from the school, had been turned into an awesome hangout with huge hot springs if you knew how to get in, which I did, but I didn't go that day. Me and my friend were just watching tv there, and the hangout was a part of the school so then we got the code red alert. There was a teacher in there, he helped keep things calm.

But then these hobo guys started trying to come in, and they were banging down the door, so we went out the back door and got onto this bus, but we couldn't get it locked in time, so the hobos stormed the bus, and one sat down right next to me, and I was sitting next to the teacher, so I was scared out of my mind. I was wearing my music note sweatshirt. These hobos were illegal immigrants, and they had come to our town seeking a guy who would make them false documents.

One of the hobos started driving the bus, and they stopped and got out, but they told us that if any of us moved we would get shot. As soon as they were in the house I got out and started running, but I couldn't run fast enough, and this man (who wasn't a hobo) who was wearing this bright red suit found me and he was like "What are you doing?! They'll catch up with you and shoot you!"

And I didn't care, I just kept running, but then they did catch up with me. Then I froze up, and one, the one with the [very big!] gun said "Now little girl, do you have good, blue blood, or icky, green blood?" and I didn't say anything, and he said "Little girl, if you don't answer me, I'll shoot you with this big gun right here." And I still didn't say anything. "Well then, why don't we find out?" But instead of shooting me, he walked up waay too close with a short knife that could barely be called a knife but was very sharp. "Now where should I make the cut?" I guess he decided to make it right below my right eye, and it was a deep cut.

Then I ran for a little bit and then I went unconscious, or something happened that I was back at school and fully stitched up. Then I went back to hanging out at that no-longer-laundromat, and the dream started over again.