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+I find out I died when I was an infant and came back to life a few hours later. I told my sister and asked my mom about it. D and I were skiing and snowboarding on very icy snow. I could not wait to be done because it was not good conditions. <PERSON> met me at the bottom. She accidentally dropped and broke a wooden box of mine. I did not care, one less thing to have to pack back home. She ended up dying and I was upset. I kept trying to sneak into some compound and so was another girl. There are nerds keeping lookout and they spot me so I lock myself in the bathroom. There are towel rods along the walls and a window at the very top of the room so I climb up. I bide my time up there because there are housekeepers outside of the window. I wait for them to leave but the towel rod I am holding myself up on is starting to come out of the wall. Eventually I just jump through the window and they spot me. I find out <PERSON> is dying and I sob about it and hug her. I am told I have ovarian or uterine cancer and that also makes me emotional. So much death. +D is in the military and I am with him. We are in a tank and I try to convince to break the rules with me and do something fun. He refuses. His comrade is staring at me and eavesdropping. I pretend not to notice. There is a little girl I really like and we give her fireworks, which she loves. She also has a parade of large cats. I am watching a video about a woman having to wait in line to vote and she starts belly dancing to the rhythm of the politician's lies. She is very good. The politicians try to convince us they do not make that much money. I riot breaks out against <PERSON> becoming president. It is really large. But the police come in and break it up, driving through with giant tanks that are so tall I cannot see past the wheels. Everybody is really upset. I am in my gma's living room trying to tell my family about it. I get really emotional and cannot open my eyes because I am crying. I tell everyone who will listen that we are not a free country at all. We are being controlled and sedated through the mass media and militant power of the state. It really upsets me because I am able to see clearly in my mind how our country could be better: a place where everyone is working together on the same level. How can we say that we live in a free country if we cannot even stand in the street to advocate for change that the collective society desires? Someone posts how angry they are about it on Facebook. <PERSON> gives me a sequined purse pinata. It has essential oils and it is made to be hit to let out anger. In the middle of the night I escape under a bridge to do gardening. All the soil in my succulent pot disappeared and the leaves on my peace lily are very brown. I am confused because they were not this way yesterday. D catches me having snuck out and tells me to be careful outside at night. I go to get food and have to walk behind this big guy who is attracted to me. He let us me go ahead of him and gives me a shirt to change into, which I do. I order tacos and they ask if I want cayenne pepper on it. I say yes and he recommends a certain kind of sauce, so I tell them to do half sauce and half cayenne. The worker takes a bite of the saucy taco and loves it.