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I had a very interesting dream the other night. Some might see it as more of a nightmare, but for some reason I really liked it. It was one of the most vivid dreams I've had in a while. It was also weird in the fact that it followed a story and wasn't totally unbelievable, as most dreams are. In most of my dreams, I'm there, but I feel like my conscience is watching myself and my actions, like a movie. But in this dream, I could feel myself thinking, like I was living it. In most of my dreams I also move from one scene to the next, often the scenes not going together, they are just random. But this one was actually like a story, it was long but it all went together. I love when I have dreams like that. The story line (if you would call it that) of the dream was very similar to when Hitler and the Nazis tok over Germany - genocide, that is.

In my dream, our current president was capturing all of the youth and either killing them or sending them to work in what were basically concentration camps. The dream started by the army coming to my school to round up all the students. Some of the teachers felt bad for us, and tried to help us flee. So this mass of students and a few staff start running from the school through fields. The army is close behind and are capturing and shooting kids that are falling behind. Soon, the student group gets some space between themselves and the army, and we run up a huge hill into an abandoned field. There is a set of old bleachers in the field, but the grass is so long it almost covers them. We all go over to them to sit down to rest. As I'm sitting there, I see some men in helmets army-crawling through the grass. I try to point it out, but no one seems to notice. I know I have to get out of there, so I find my best friend and we sneak off into the woods that border two sides of the field, leaving all the others behind. Soon we come into town, and see a news station headquarters building. We decide to go there and hide in the bathroom stalls until night, when we can go somewhere safer. We sneak into the building unoticed and hide in the bathroom. But all the stalls are full, so we can't hide, and we can't leave the bathroom, because people are out there and would see us. So we stand in the bathroom, thinking "oh s**t, we're trapped." All of the stalls open up at once, and some old ladies step out and see us. They give us looks of disgust and run out of the bathroom to report us. My friend and I know there is no hiding now, so we walk out of the bathroom and talk to a reporter who is there, telling her about our fleeing school, hoping she will help us hide. All she does is say she'll get a news team over there, but she won't help us. Knowing if we haven't been already, she is going to turn us in, she my friend and I just walk out of the building, hoping we can think of something to save our asses along the way. Outside, there are a lot of "construction" men working on the sidewalk. They turn out to be undercover government workers. Just about that time, my friend and I are shot in the back of the head, but not by a normal bullet. I feel a tingling inside my head ( I could actually feel a tingling for real too). The man who shot us came over and gave us these giant straw-like things. I asked what they were for. He said that what we were shot with is liquifying our brains, and our brains will start to come out our mouths. So instead of literally throwing up our brains, we can put the straws in our mouths, and our brains will just leak out through them. Knowing death is inevitable now, we just put the straws in our mouths and start walking, and about that time, a pink liquid starts to come out of them. My friend and I look at each other, and I reach over and take her hand, gently squeezing it. We keep walking. The tingling in my head increases and I wonder how long I will take to die. I am still holding onto my friends arm, but I feel my grip loosening. I know my motor skills are going, and it shouldn't be long now. I look at my friend one last time, and start to slow down. I close my eyes, and die.

The crazy thing is though, that when I died in my dream, I simultaneously woke up for real. It made me think about what death is really like. Is it really like that...like waking up from a dream just to find yourself in another world? Maybe life is just like a giant dream, and we all have to wake up sometime. I was shocked in my dream how no one cared all of the country's youth were being killed, and that no one wanted to help. That is another similarity between my dream and Hitler's reign. I know that (especially the end) it was pretty twisted, but I really liked that dream. It was different in so many ways.