/ \____/ \
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Not bad, eh? Ignore the random dots because if I don't fill in the space, everything looks weird. Anyway, so he's holding really big ones. I don't know the exact weight, though, so I just guessed 20. Continuing... there's this drawn circle, and on the drawn circle are the letters "UNEMO" or un-emo. Not sure what it exactly means. Inside the circle is a boy, no older than 10 or 11. Something is messed up with him, though. He looks like he wants to kill someone or something like that, by the way he glares at you. Anyway, in the circle are weapons. Okay, so in the dream, the "unemo" boy is throwing the weapons at a crowd of people, trying to kill them. I watch as the man swings his weights, knocking the weapons to the side and protecting the people. The "unemo" boy looks really mad and he keeps throwing and throwing, and the man keeps blocking and blocking. I'm not sure what the crowd is doing at this point. Perspective change. Now, I'm the man. Apparently the "unemo" boy was taken care of (maybe taken away or something. Come to think of it, I'm not sure why, but the boy never stepped outside of the circle. Maybe he didn't want to or maybe he couldn't). He's walking towards the crowd, who are cheering. Suddenly, he feels this intense pain in the back of his lower left leg, and he falls to his knees, then to his side. So now he's (I'm) lying on the ground. The crowd are anxiously asking what's wrong. He says nothing, unable to answer. Then everything turns black.
2. I'm me again, teenage girl. I'm in some building with light grey, almost white walls, and I'm walking around, searching for someone. Eventually, I see this boy, maybe around 12 or 13 years of age, and I stop him. His name is Trevor apparently. I say, "I'm not sure why, but I'm supposed to find you." He looks at me as if I'm crazy. I beckon him to follow me, and he does. We walk a little and soon enough encounter a young black girl, around Trevor's age. I say to myself, "I see. I was supposed to find Trevor so I could find her..." (Not sure what I mean.) Trevor gives me another crazy look and goes off. I let him go and turn to the girl. She seems to be extremely frightened of me, but I eventually coax her in and talked to her. The dream skips to the future. I see the little black girl's face slowly turn into her face as a young adult while I hear her voice talking to unknown person. The unknown person asks her what she thinks of me abandoning her. She says confidently, "She'll come back. I know she will." Dream ends as I start going towards the little girl-turned woman.
3. I'm at a family friend's house in LA. We're neighbors, supposedly, and I'm walking over to their house. Actually, the place looks similar to my old house in Fall Creek, with the short driveways and white houses. I walk across the small yard separating the two houses and go over to one of the girls of the family. For some reason, I'm eating something, and my mouth is full, but I have something urgent to tell her. (As side notes: there's a skateboard on the driveway of my house, and the family friend's grey car, not really theirs in life, is on their driveway). I lean over and tell her something by her ear with my muffled, food-filled mouth. Another daughter of the family comes out of the house, and I tell her something. I think there's a wedding coming soon, because all the girls are wearing white, wedding dresses. I look at the 'Fall Creek' lane and see two or three of the family walking towards us. I wait for them to come so I can tell them something as well.
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