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I Hate Dreams

A bright blue flash rashly burned my retinas at about 1:30 AM. The light caught my attention, but not that of either of my peers who sat beside me. I saw it happen again. And again. What was happening? Suddenly a large rock came plummeting to the ground about twenty feet away from us. It was about the size of a volleyball, yet had left a very large crater in the ground. “What the hell?” someone said, waiting for the dust to clear. I turned around just in time to see a rock the size of a pick up truck smash into the nearby hospital. It was right around then that I passed out. Hours later, I woke up in the street. Bodies were strewn everywhere like action figures at a garage sale. I couldn’t see a single living person.

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