When I was a child I once lived in South Carolina. My dad was very busy doing what ever he did in the army. My mom owned three clothing stores at a flea market and was always working very hard. Neither was ever at home. She would take my brother because he was the oldest. I would have to stay home and take care of my younger sister. We would do everything together.
             After about a month of doing the same thing, I started to get these terrifying nightmares, or maybe I was sleep walking. Everything in my dream was going so fast, as if I was on a motorcycle going faster then the speed of light. I don¡¯t remember exactly what happened but in my dream, I felt like I was crazy and as if the world was about to end, but at the same time everyone was doing normal things they would do everyday. It was as if I was the only one that knew the world was going to end. In my dream I tried to tell them what was going on but nobody could hear me shout. One time in my dream, my mom was folding clothes and my dad was ironing his army uniform. I tried to get their attention but they couldn¡¯t hear me. The end of the world was near and I couldn¡¯t even help my family. Every movement I made in my dream, I was actually doing in real life. When I waved my arms, trying to get everyone¡¯s attention, my body would really be waving. My mom told me what I did and how I looked. She said I would run around the house screaming, crying, and swinging my arms as if I was trying to get someone¡¯s attention. My dad was the only one who could stop me and wake me up. Everyone else in the family was too scared to try and stop me. What my dad did when he saw me having this horrible dream, he tackled me to the ground like I was an opposing football player but I didn¡¯t even feel the impact. Afterwards, he dragged me to the bathroom as if I was a fellow soldier in need of desperate care, slapping my very hard with cold water. Every slap felt like I
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