There was a trailer, kind of like the one auntie lives in. Everything was orange and hot. I went in and the carpet was green, or blue, and there was a TV and an oval coffee table, and a mirror, a big round mirror where I looked at myself and I see me although it don’t feel like me, like I was somewhere else with and my eyes, I can’t remember them, but there was a glass on a counter on the side and I tried to pick it up, I don’t know why I did, but it slipped from my hands and shattered on the ground sounding a shrill go up my back, while just then I hear footsteps to turn and find this big man with no hair showing this cone-shaped head and he was up to me and I couldn’t move because he was close to me in an instant like I never knowed it, I just remember he was chocking me with his hands, so it must have been his water and his glass, I broke it and now he was mad at me, and he lifts me up chocking, and I turn to the mirror, I broke his glass, and see myself dying, the water spilled on the carpet, and then I wake up.
I keep having this dream every night. I always try to take the glass of water. I always drop it. The man always chokes me. And I always wake up.
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