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Place withheld · 2011-08-11 · from the DREAMVIEWS archive

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Recall: 2/5 Vividness: 5/5 It seems that I am in a seatown. There is my little brother, my parents and a 9 year old girl. We are first in a house, were we should live for the next days. The house was really tiny and remind me of a place I have been once in my life. I find this house really odd, because it seems that each time I walk in a room, it looks totally different. My parents say to me that they are going somewhere and that I should pay attention on my brother and the girl. I ask my brother who it is and he says, that she is some sort of exchange student. This makes perfectly no sense, because it seems that she lives at this place for real and that we are simply on vacation or something like that. So we leave the house to and go somewhere, but I cannot recall where and what happened next. Only thing I know that both got back to the house. I am standing alone in a street of that town, where we went on vacation this year. I know this city very well, I can recall the exact place where I am. There is this enormous hill and I am standing on the road on the top of the hill. It is really bright outsides it even hurts my eyes. And than something weird happens. I get witness of something terrible, but I cannot recall what it was. Only thing I remember is, that I got scared really bad and had some kind of emotional shock. I look at my hands and I see that instantly, hairs grow on my fingers. That scares me a lot. I look at my fingers and see that they have grow also under my nails. My fingers felt numb. I tried to rub my fingers to get ride of the hairs, but I failed. First I thought that it is due to the shock, but I remember instantly that a shock would have as extreme consequence a loss of hairs and not the grow. There is a woman next to me and show her my hands. I say: Me: Look! What happened to my hands? DC: I do not see anything abnormal. Me: Look at the hairs!! DC: Well that is normal. I remember that you always had these hairs on your hands.

 

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