I was standing in a hallway about to attend a meeting of some sort. The members of the meeting were all women, and they were already sitting around the table talking and laughing while I stood outside the door. Though I wasn't a part of the group for which the meeting was held, I knew that I had been sent here to attend this meeting. I stepped inside the door and everyone disappeared but the lady leading the meeting. I found this quite odd, but sat down anyway to complete my mission. The leaders eyes were all black yet she conducted the meeting as usual - as if the entire group were there.

I was then in a teenagers room with an older, skinny man. The man was with me, or a part of my team, and so I trusted him. This teen girl had dark hair, was plump, and had some very odd and scary things in her room, and the room was very, very dark. I hopped onto her bed and something from above bit me. I looked up and saw my sister's Chihuahua hanging from the ceiling. I did not know how long he had been hanging there, but I had to get him down. I then noticed that a much larger dog was also hanging from the ceiling. My sister's dog's hind leg had been shoved into this larger dogs anus - and that was the way in which he had been hung from the ceiling. I pulled his leg out and helped him down onto the bed. He was so happy to see me, growled at the girl, and then ran off.

We came closer to the girl and saw she was cutting black rope or licorice in half lengthwise. She then bundled many pieces together and tethered them with black rubber bands and black hair ties. She said that they were the best way to get high, and we weren't going to be leaving without taking one. I was quite wary of putting anything like that in my mouth for two reasons: I didn't know what it was nor what it would do to me, and the bundles were huge. They were cylinders about three inches in diameter and four inches long. My male companion looked at me, shrugged, and put one all the way in his mouth. I cringed and said that I didn't know the whole thing had to go in one piece. I would gag. I ran out of the room.

I then became my male traveling companion. I ran out the door after (me) and saw her running down the street. I went back in the room to do something with the girl, but she was gone. Leaving the room, I ran down the right side of the road after my partner. Many cars went by, and I soon came upon an empty car that was completely sideways in the road and coasting towards the curb. I got a terrible feeling and ran harder.

Looking up, I could no longer see my traveling companion on the side of the road even though I could see for quite some distance. I decided to hitchhike, but no one would stop to pick me up. A long city bus passed all lit up inside and was filled with people with black eyes. They stared at me as they passed by. I ran until I could run no longer. I stopped to rest, and then began again. But this time I was running much faster than before.

I was then in a female dorm hallway. The female tenants were running around screaming in panics. One open doorway caught my attention, and I went into the room. It was empty but for a red glowing light. I went back into the hallway and overheard a girl telling her friend about how the ventilation system in the ceiling was warped as if someone large had been inside of it. And then someone had disappeared.

I was then standing on top of a ladder going down a small cliff. I was holding a parachute type device to help my descent. When I climbed to the bottom of the ladder, the wind picked up and my parachute thing turned into a kite. I flew it high into the sky. At that time, my female companion, the one I had lost, appeared with her own kite. She said that she had seen my kite and knew where to find me.

My parents and I were at another family's house, and the parents gave me custody of their small male toddler. The parents then were gone, and an aunt of the boy went to give him a bath. I sat talking with my mother and the boy's grandparents when I heard the aunt yelling obscenities at the child. I got upset and started heading back into the hallway when my mother told me to let things be. I told her that I would not, seeing as how I was now the child's mother, and I was not going to let him be treated in such a way.

I stepped into the bathroom and found him sitting on the floor of the dark shower stall with the shower on full pressure; the aunt was fixing her makeup in the mirror. I grabbed the boy from the shower stall - he still had his diaper on - and dried him off. I wrapped him up in the towel and lied down with him to calm his nerves. When he had fallen asleep, I took him back into the living room, only to find that everyone had left - the room was empty.

I found his grandparents in the back storage room. They were both covered in rags and were bloody and scabby. His grandmother was pulling at the strings of what looked like a weaving loom, but the strings were so sharp that she was slicing the tips of her fingers off. She was crying the entire time this was occurring; yet she still continued. She ranted and raved about how the boy should be with his rightful guardians - his grandparents - and how I just swooped down and stole him from them.

The boy's grandfather also had rags on his face, though he wasn't continually injuring himself. He was looking at a bunch of hanging marionette puppets. I asked him if he wanted to have them. He refused, but I insisted. I told him that they were his to begin with, and there was no reason that I should take them along with the boy. He was very grateful, pulled them all down from their hooks, and ran out of the room down the hall playing with the strings attached to the feet.

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