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8theGreat said:
When I was younger, probably about 4 au 5, I had a dream that I was playing hide and seek with my sister, who is pretty much my best friend. In the dream, I was in the bedroom that we shared and it was my turn to hide, and suddenly the door burst open with a loud thwack, and a mob of mutants entered the room. The largest mutant, a huge ugly brown thing, grabbed at my chest, pulled out my soul, and stuck it behind a hidden compartment in the ukuta behind this old pokemon poster we had. So I'm stuck in this compartment, I can see out but nobody can see in, and my soul has been placed in the body of this... mutant rodent squirrel thing. I peek out of the compartment just in time to see the mutants put something in to the chest of my original body and disappear, leaving my body and that thing they put inside it behind. I knew it couldn't be good. Then suddenly, my sister calls out for me, she was done counting. I try to yell for her, but I couldn't make a sound. Unaware, she runs in to our bedroom and says "Ha! Found you!". And my body, no longer mine, reached out and stabbed her 7 times in the chest. My parents rushed in to find my sister dead, and the thing wearing my identity is charged with murder and life in prison. My parents went crazy and killed themselves, and the real me was trapped in the compartment forever. I woke up thinking it was real. That dream is probably the main reason I hate the number 7...
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