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09.07.03 - 11:16 a.m. oh! last night I had this awsome dream. I worked in this like homeless shelter hospital type place and it must have been winter cause we were dressed all warm but at the same time I was dressed in a cute pink flower print skirt that was angle cut at the bottom and a dark pink sweater pushed up at the elbows. I remember all these homeless people sitting on the walls of the room, bundled up chitchatting about the weather. Looking around you can see it's a long hallway that wraps around to meet at a door to my left. There are lights from the ceiling but mostly from the windows across from the wall even thought it's obviously night. I was leaning over one man trying to get him to take the medicine off the spoon I just poured it in and we felt the floor shaking. everyone ran for the door. We were on the eighth floor but I was in charge of the place so I wanted to make sure everyone got out. I ran out the door, squeezing through the running people to stand by the railing and look down the stairs- I could see everyone running out of the rooms below and looking up I could see hands decending the railing round and round. The whole time the building was shaking violently like it was trying to throw us out if it's windows instead of letting us out the doors. Finally the last people from the top floors were tickling down. The upper levals started to groan like a fat man after a chili eating contest. "Come on! the people began to shout- "Keep Going!!!" was all I could say. As I griped onto the rails I felt by self bend backwards at the hips only to see, upsidedown, the hairline fracture run along the crease where ceiling and wall met. The creaking grew louder as I watched the ceiling come crashing down, held in place by some mezmerizing force. And then everything was black. I was sitting in a folding chair on the front left corner of a group of about 50 other people. As I looked around I saw my group was just the far right back flank of a seated bunch in a flat auditorium style. Like a PTA group all set on the key speaker all eyes were set on the beam of light cast down from the darkness above us that illuminated a podium in front of the stage where the heavy red curtains were drawn. I noticed the bunch in front of us wasn't didn't have isles but spaned the whole front. And as I said before I was in the right flank of a group of three seaperated by isles. Each isle had a tall man dressed like a Navy Seal arms crossed to watch over. Behind us the walls were painted a light pink and to the sides were long rows of window panes. The left of the gym was dark with no light at all coming in from the windows. Our side had a faint glow becasue of the beam from space above us. I noticed I knew a lot of the people sitting around me from the shelter. "What the hell!?" a man in a blue suit said as he walked from the left into the light under the poduim "Do you really think I was gonna float down?...Forget that!""I suppose you all wonder why your here. Well, we really don't know where to put you. So we're gonna find out." He dissapears and again the whole place begins to shake only this time we all know the origin. We all turn to see a huge hand with a needle and thread burst through the back wall up to the elbow. "OK, who's first?" We turn back to see a woman, dressed similar to me but in blue and a solid flat hem skirt behind the poduim. She calls a name and a light over that person, in the front group, explodes to illuminate a small timid man."Let's see what you can take." She calls another name and again a light spotlights the lucky/unfourtunate person. She asks this person a question which he gets wrong. So the giant hand with the needle and thread swopes up the first man and stiches him up like a ragdoll then tosses him back in his seat. So now we know how their game works. This goes on for a while, two people are picked, one gets asked a question, right they move on to wherever they are going and wrong the one that didn't answer gets punished with various things by the giant hand. Then, I get highlighted as the first person. The question is asked and in the time it takes to answer I decide - What the hell I am dead anyway might as well have a little fun. They answer wrong- my punishment- to have boiling hot grease oil poured over me. I laugh and ask "Is that all you got?" and dance in it as it rolls over my body like a kid dancing to the fire hydrant produce on a hot New York day. "WHAT!? the woman shouts. "You forgot, that's how I died." I lie and laugh. "Is that really all it is?"I ask "I hope it's not this bad in heaven." "No, not really. It's actually kind of fun."She replies. then the phone rang.
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