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D1 - At school, after lessons, there is some festival? on.Everyone is congregated into a smallish space. Lots of bustling, two school children tell me that S is looking for me, and they want to help raise money for her. I follow them only to find out they are scamming me. I am very cross, and look for them but they are are way to many people and I cannot see them anywhere. I decide to spend the afternoon looking through the building for them. Another teacher says he had similar problem. D2 - I am lying on the ground talking into an old style black phone, with swirly cord. I am allowed to ask questions of someone. Questions they would never normally ask about themselves. For every question I ask, I take one bullet from a gun. I ask stilted questions as its a bit difficult to focus when you have been shot. Each time I am getting holes torn into me. Soon enough I receive a fatal bullet. I do not care and am happy to sacrifice my life for the answers. I dramatically spray into a grey powder, loads of black dots on closer examination. Leaving powder in the air and black peices that are left of me.