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A few days before I had the dream when i was a second year, we were drawing queens. Every queen had cirvular eyes but mine. My queen had thin lemon shaped eyes. The other kids made fun of my eyes. In my dream, I was walking around the classroom. In my hand I carried an air tight food storage container. Inside it were my eyes. They were thin lemon shaped eyes, covered in blood. No one around me gave a shit. Technically I was blind but I could see enough. My vision was cloudy and smudged with blood though. I then lost one eye. I could not help myself because it was on the floor and being blind, my movement was somehow restricted. I was in a state of panic, confusion, anger and sadness. I was covered in bloidy tears. All the children around me were happy and colourful. I was almost colourless. I was the hard real drawing and they were an easier alternative