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Ron Wobbegong's avatar

I swear on my family that this actually happened.

Two nights ago I dreamed I was looking for my two year old son in a maze at a street festival or other public event downtown in the town where I live. I knew the location due to the lay of the hills and the big cathedral that overlooks that part of the city.

I looked out the window of the maze and saw my son had made his way out and found his mom. At that moment, a machine gun started firing behind me and I caught a glimpse through a second window of bearded men with rifles moving around the building. I started to run but hit the floor when the next burst of fire began. I felt bullets impact me in my legs, then hips, then gut, then chest. I died, then respawned to the moment when we’d first arrived at the fair, now having knowledge of the impending attack.

I took my family away and sought shelter in a house, where we moved — at that slow, lackadaisical manner native to dreams — from room to room looking for the best spot to hide. The kids were getting distracted by toys and my wife began chatting with friends we encountered in different rooms.

The walls of the house, inside and out, were yellow.

We’re leaving in 30 minutes for a St. Patrick’s Day parade downtown.

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SoulChicken's avatar

"Despite her overwhelming qualifications..." 🤌🤌🤣

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