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  • This is a dream I had a few weeks ago. It was so weird, but surprisingly funny, so I wrote it down in my book of odd dreams. Yes, I have one. Me and my siblings--Kiya and Ben, we live on the other side of the town. The BAD side. Look out your window, and you'll most likely see a gang fight, old men smoking dope, or an anorexic cat. It's like you see in the movies. The trees don't have leaves (not green ones anyway), there isn't any grass, and the houses look like they were built about the time human Dracula was born. And for some reason, all the guys seem to think they should break into every house on the block and steal, what, shoe laces? Nobody had money to buy anything worth something. I guess what I'm trying to say is that the people are crazy. So it didn't surprise me when my house suddenly became the target for breaking into. Kiya, Ben and I had just gotten home from walking in the park. Where we lived, the closest thing we could find to a park was a trash dump. Anyway, I was making sandwhiches for the younger two when I heard the front door close. No one lived in the house but us. I peeked around the corner just enough to see who had gotten in. And I gotta say, this one was beautiful. He was dressed head to toe in black, with eyes so dark, they'd put the nighttime skies to shame. It wasn't like what you'd expect him to look like. Instead of a beanie and gloves, he wore a green flat bill and his hands were bare. His whole arms were bare actually. He had on a wife beater. Around his neck he wore a simple silver chain, and on his finger was a silver ring, with a single black stripe across it. Definately not something you'd expect from some one around here. As soon as I saw him, I told Kiya and Ben to go hide upstairs. However, the stairs were across the house, in plain view of the robber. I took a risk. We ran across the room and headed for the stairwell. I wasn't even paying attention to him as we ran. I just kept the kids infront of me, keeping them safe. But about halfway up, he grabbed me from behind and pulled me down the stairs. And then he just stood there. For like twenty minutes he stood in the exact same spot. At first I thought he was paralyzed, and eventually I decided to go watch a movie. Then he turned around and asked me, "Got any hot chocolate?" He left after a while, and I put the kids to sleep. I had no idea what the purpose of his visit was. He didn't take anything, didn't even drink the cocoa when I gave it to him. Come to think of it, I'm not sure why I gave it to him in the first place, but whatever. I thought that would be the last time I'd see him, but how wrong I was! That very next day, he broke in again, while I was in the library. Yes, the library inside of my house. Again I told my siblings to hide, again the robber did nothing. He just walked around the house, occasionally sitting in random chairs. After a few hours I learned to ignore him. But just as he was leaving, I asked, "Why are you here?" I got a cold look, and he responded, "Don't make me lie to you." (I've been watching Prison Break too much.) And then he left. He kept visiting the next few days, and I always asked him the same question as he was leaving. Everyday he answered the same way, until one night he surprised me by saying, "I'm kidnapping you." Yeah, I didn't understand either. But that morning, I was smart enough to lock the door. Why I hadn't thought of that earlier still makes me want to pee my pants, because I have no idea. Anyway, it was no use. He smashed the window with a hammer. A purple hammer, and I don't know where it came from. Then he simply hopped through the window like a little bunny. Angry with myself, I went to my bedroom. He followed me. "So, what's your name?" I asked him. Because I was bored. "Edward." "Your name's Edward?" I said. "No," he replied. I was so frustrated. "Then what's your name?" "My favorite part was when Edward died." I think he was referring to Twilight, but I'm not a fan, so I can't be sure. Does Edward die? Giving up, I told him, "You do realize it isn't considered kidnapping if you don't take me out of the house, right? Especially since this is my house, not yours." And then, out of the blue, a bald, fat Chinese guy came up behind this Edward dude, and hit him over the head with a wooden chair leg. He was bleeding pretty bad, but that's not what I cared about. His ring flew across the room, and I picked it up. "I'm keeping this." I said. The guy never came around again. Somehow, after that, I ended up in an outhouse making crafts with my cousin, an old neighbor, and my grandma. One thing I don't understand, is why I never called the police. I had a phone. Well, it was just a dream, so whatever.
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