A young boy had just fallen into three world of dreams. His eyes opened to see an ugly dull world, no colors, no light, nothing. He started walking around wondering why he was in this place. He walked until he saw his home. There in the driveway was his father's car. He didn't see his dad but he assumed that he was in the house. The boy slowly walked into the house making his way into his father's bedroom. There on the bed is a man, his father, and a woman he doesn't know. As the boy watches, the woman pulls out a knife. The knife glands in the pale moonlight as it is brought down into the still beating heart of the man. The boy watches in great as his father's last breath is taken from him. The man he lives is gone... The boy jolts awake. 'It was just a dream, it was just a dream' he repeats this over and over again.
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