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Dreams are Weird. x3.
I had a very strange dream where there was this very ruthless person who was a leader. It was a woman with crimson red hair and vaguely tan skin in a light, healthy way. We wrote down sort of like... a homework of what had happened. There was a building. A row of children on each side of the double-doors. They'd run to a box that was at the end of a somewhat winding journey. One child would stand at a certain place say seven feet from the box. The others would rush to it until they heard a clicking sound, then they'd run over themselves to get away. The box would open and throw a horizontal column of fire at the child, they would be cooked to death. The children that lived would run back to the line and start over again. It was towards the end, I don't know if it was my first turn or what. Other children were there, but when I went, they sort of scattered from doing the process right, I ran to the box, heard a clicking noise, ran and then... nothing.
I went back to the entrance where a man now stood, and two children. The other box's line was gone, I thought in the dream that they had left now that they had done the job. For some reason, I didn't want the two boys standing in line with weary faces, to die. So I told the man who waited, that I would do it myself. I went back inside, a glamorous UFC fighter looking man was giving a speech. I took hairspray and metal sharp pliers. I intended to beat the man with the pliers, but I didn't want to kill him, it had something to do with the box. But I decided against is, because I knew I would lose. I ran around and to the box, and the people vanished. I ran to the box until I heard a click and then waited still more for it to open a crack, I sprayed the hairspray at whatever was inside. It made a strange sound but I ran away and it didn't open. I felt that I had failed so I went back to the entrance. I told the man to just wait a moment, that I would talk to the leader and come back, and not to subject the boys to it. I went to the leader. After I told her what had happened, she said to me there were only two ways to get at the box and do the thing properly. She pulled up my 'homework' and fingered it. And said it was either that I use it, or a very nice cream colored coat I liked very much. I told her that I understood and I ran back.
I refused to use the coat or the homework, I used a green coat with brown furries inside instead and I ran inside. There were low desks with lots of papers, like the one I had used to write 'my homework'. I grabbed them, and they went aflame. I looked up, and the place was burning, but it was a church know. It might always have been. The walls were threading with fire. I felt guilty that I had done this, or that it had happened to itself, but then gleefully, I ran to another corner, and pressed the flame I held against the wall, somehow eager to make my contribution. I ran back to the entrance and then the man was replaced with a more refined man. The children I couldn't see clearly anymore, but they were there. We followed him back inside, and now it was like a restaurant, with sweets and crimson walls, or other passionate colors. The dream ends when I poke a cupcake and the refined man teases me about already having touched it.
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