I was in a seat similar to those in an airplane. There were rows and rows of these seats and they had pockets in the backs of them. I looked inside my pocket and there was a packet of syringes with my name on it. My dad was in the seat next to me and I asked him what they were for, then all of a sudden my mom shows up and hands me the drugs that will be injected into me. She told me they were for me so I would stop having horrible dreams, so I would stop dreaming entirely. I started to cry and I tried to explain to her that my dreams weren’t even that bad. I was so confused and I asked my dad why this was happening and why everyone was so calm about it. He just kept on telling me that everything was alright and to just take the drugs.
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