Last night I had a nightmare, which is unusual for me. The first part wasn't really nightmarish; I was riding this bus with my friend Sam, but it was a strange bus. It was in a dark city, and the bus was shaped like a cube, and it was on this track that was very high off the ground. Sam and I talked to the bus driver about his life, and his experiences in the bus-driving business.
Then the scene changed, and I was coming home from school with my brother. We entered our house, only to find our father lying dead in a bed, in a bedroom that does not actually exist in real life. We were very shaken and immediately called our mother, who also expressed horror at the situation. She came home and talked to the police. While she was doing so, something made me realize that she was actually the one who had killed our father. I saw it replayed in my mind: she had shot him with a bow and arrow when he was asleep. I was alarmed by this realization, because I knew that if my mom found out I was on to her, she would kill me too, and also my brother. Suddenly, I received a phone call from my friend Rachel. She said that I had some of her swimming gear at my house, and she needed it. I told her that this wasn't the best time, because my father had just been murdered. She came over anyway, and then I woke up. There were a few moments when I was sort of ascending from my dream, and realizing that my father was not dead, which made me immensely relieved.
Both my parents thought this dream was very funny when I told it to them.
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"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less...any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind..."