OKay, first of all Im in a place thats really pretty, everyones American, everyone is really happy. But I have been chosen to fight for something. Have you ever seen Charmed? Well I was like Pheobe from Charmed, I ended up fighting all by myself. But after I wona fight in a big house, I now it wasnt over, so ran and hid ina big gym - like a school gym,, where everything looked so fun, but it was all massive and out of reach.
We'r talking about going on a field trip and when we're on the bus I remember why im in that place. I was dead. I had been murdered nearby my home, and it had taken a awhile for my body to be found in a black bag (horrible I know, imaginne how I felt) all at once I was more desparate than y9u can imagine to see my mum. I had to see her, so I begged the driver and after persuasion, he let me off at the end of the street. I tried to run, but I was being help back by something. There were lots of people on the street, some were other spirits, a few werent. I remember thinking, I didnt even now about this before. A man who was older could see me anf felt sorry for me, he helped me to move.
So finally got to my house and I ran inside, I saw my mum I ran too her, but she couldnt see me. I grabbed her and she said "I love you and I miss you darling" It makes me cry even to think about it. I told her was here and I picked her up and kissed her again and again trying to show I was there, but she didnt look at me. My mums boyfriend saw me and said something like "Your back? Hav you not an afterlife to go to?" He wasnt being mean. IHe told me he could see me. i asked him to tell mum I was here but he wouldnt. I could undersand why, but there was no way I was going to be here and my mum wouldnt know! So I ran upstairs and found my wee sister. afetr a second she couold see me too, so I got her to tell mum. We were all sitting round the table. My mum had got her hair cut kind of like mine but without a fringe and more hairspray, she was also wearing lots of make up and had a red scarf round her neck. I could tell she was devastated. Then her hair turned blond right in front of me.
When I felt it was time to go, I couldnt find the bus again and ouldnt find how to get back. I wasnt even sure if i definately wanted to go back. I was still looking when I woke up...
This was a really diturbing dream, I had the sense of deja vu too. I think I dreamt of my murder another night...
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