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My back was killing me that night and I went to bed after 2a.m. because I couldn't sleep. I dreamt that my uncle who lives next door to us and who hates my family because he thinks we stole his land, hired some men to attack us at night. They shot my parents and killed them, and they shot my sister and me, but we survived. The weird thing is after I woke up, I realized that all the bullet wounds I had had in the dream coincided with all the spots on my back that were aching! In the dream, I did some heroics. I picked up my skinny-a**, unconscious and bleeding sister and dragged us to many different hospitals and clinics, but everywhere I took us to were closed, and all the taxis and passers-by did not even bat an eyelid in our direction. I was in pain all the way, bawling and crying and losing blood fast. A dream never felt so real before!
Never want to have a dream like that again! I never felt so hopeless before! It felt like it went on for hours because I was struggling at day and then at night, in the dream. I woke up abruptly without ever finding someone to help us. My sister was barely alive and I was wheezing.
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