| There was a
room... long ago abandoned. Everything was in
a state of disrepair... dark and run down. The
dream jumped. Actually... the entire
house was
like that. The house felt familiar, yet wasn't
mine.
There was a pickup parked in the garage and I
was helping some people scavenge any remaining
objects into the back the truck... the other
people may have been my family... I'm not sure.
The dream jumped. That room again. The walls
had once been covered in white padding, from
floor to ceiling... like in an asylum... only...
there were quite a few missing and fallen pannels
now... the remaining ones ripped and torn to
shreds in long jagged lines.
End.
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