Knocking

34/ A storm was coming but only I could hear the thunder. I tried to get people to stay inside but they kept coming out to look at the sky. Realized the thunder was actually a war in the distance, growing closer. The sunset was green and orange, chemicals? The war crept closer. I took two little cousins and hid them under a captain's bed behind the drawers, which would conceal and save them if a bomb or fire did not hit the house. I found a gun and prepared to fight, certain I was about to die. Elves, out of lord of the rings, flooded from the forrest and fought off the army of man with its machine guns and tanks and bombs. I grabbed my cousins and took them to safety behind the elf line. I ran deeper into the forest knowing there was no going back. 35/ I watched seven kids, three of which were my own. A man burst in, swearing and threatening to kick all our asses. I yelled back, told him to get the hell out. Seems his girlfriend <PERSON>, whose house we were at, was messing around on him. He apologized to me and the kids when he realized what he would done. He left. I called the police, calmed the kids, and fixed the door. A knock at the back door. A woman from Children's Services was there to apprehend the children due to violence in the house. I asked them to come back when the parents are home. The front door opened and closed. I ran into the living room to see CS had sneaked in through the front, scooped up the kids, and laid them in the back of a truck. I told the older ones they did not have to go. One boy chose to go to protect his little siblings. I patted him on the head and told him he was very brave. I snagged my own oldest child but could not get to the other two. The truck pulled away with me still clinging to the back of it. I hopped off and called three different people. None could help. I called the kids's parents. They did not care. I called a biker gang who could intercpet but it was too late. Two of the CS people remained and I ranted and raved at them until I lost my voice. My son and I left and knocked over telephone poles, by hopping out of the vehicle and punching them, as we drove off. I was so riddled with anger I could not even think straight. I could not remember how to get home. We just drove around knocking over random telephone poles. 36/ On vacation alone on a tropical island, alone. When it came time to leave, I decided to stay. I would stay and live and work on the island. I watched my cruise ship dock, load with passengers, then sail away. When I turned back to the island, several people that I know where there. "NO! I thought I was alone. I want to be alone!" I wanted to start over. I made my way to the other side of the island. Hypnagogia Rapidly travelling from cell to cell through plants and vines Chameleons with tails that twitch so fast they are blurs