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Flynn and Hunger Games Living Room Arena

I go home, which is a small apartment in a big city, to find that my mom is gone. She is missing. Me and Leon contact people, try to find her, even contact the police I think. Secretly, I know in my heart what has happened. They have found her again, and she had to leave or they would kill her. Once I truly realize this is the only thing that could have happened, I know where to go to find her. Me and Leon travel the crazy city made up of incredibly tall buildings and full of viaducts. We arrive at a trashy apartment complex, and climb up the blue-print carpeted stairs up to the fifth floor, then on the other side down to the fourth again. At the end, I knock on the door and my mom answers. We embrace happily, and I enter. I am not longer joined by Leon. Me and my mom speak for a while, before I feel the need to find Flynn Rider (from Tangled) and thank him for helping me. Without his aid, I would have never found my mom again. So, I exit the house and find that I am no longer in the large city, but rather in a larger city consisting of tree houses connected by stone bridges. We are miles and miles in the air, and below me all I see is an intricate network of bridges and houses. I run into a friend of mine and ask him where Flynn is. He barters me with why I want to know, trying to get me to admit that I like him. I reach my patience' breaking point, and spill the beans. "Fine! Maybe I do like him, okay?! Maybe... I do like him..." The more I say the more a warm feeling washes over me. Admitting it to my friend and to myself feels so good. As soon as I find him, I will tell him my long suppressed feelings, and hopefully we can be together at last. "So where is he?" I demand from my friend, and suddenly see a flat, almost sad look on his face. He nods toward a path, and I see Flynn and a guy walking toward us. Why was my friend looking at me so sad? Is... is Flynn with this guy? I clam up, not sure what to say. Flynn greets me and introduces me to his friend. It soon becomes clear that they are just friends, and I am overcome with relief. I start to say that I want to talk to Flynn alone, but am interrupted when a girl joins our party. She is tall, slender, and beautiful with short, straight, smooth, blood-red hair. She is superior to me. Flynn introduces me and her to each other, before they take each others hands. My heart stops. "What I whisper." Flynn and the girl wave to me before walking away. "What?" I gasp and start to storm away, the opposite way Flynn left. I can't believe it. The hurt I feel is so extreme. I don't stop when my friend calls me back. I just keep repeating the word as though everything will go away if I say it enough. "What?! WHAT?!"
Now I am in a long living room with a long table in the center. I am a participant in the Hunger Games, along with a dozen of my classmates. The woman instructor tells us about the games and how to survive, and explains the bins on the table each hold items that we can use to survive. Suddenly she leaves, and the lights go out. Everyone scrambles to the table and snatches up the good items, then goes into hiding. Wait, are the games starting now?! I am the last to the table. All I find is a flashlight and a handheld video game. I see everyone else has the good hiding spots, so I take my place between the right armrest of the long couch and the wall. It's not a well defensible position, nor well hidden, but it is a place to be. I lay on my back curled in the nook, on high alert in case anyone comes. My alertness is not in vain. Seth, a classmate of mine that resembles Cameron Bright and someone who has always given me the creeps, walks like he's in a trance over to me. He walks between me and the sofa without even noticing my existence. He looks drugged, almost like he's in shock or he's sleepwalking. I nudge him with my foot, hoping I can get him to go away peacefully. By nudging him, he notices me. He slowly, chillingly looks at me with empty, soulless eyes, and smiles. In his hand, he plays with a pocket knife. He raises it up, and before I can even scream he stabs me in the stomach. "No!" I shout, and struggle to get my own blade. He raises the silver blade up again, and slashes it back down into my gut. I gasp and stab the long blade I posses at him. I am panicking, so my attacks are weak. I finally manage to focus myself, and stab with all my might right at his heart, but my blade will not pierce his sternum! It's tip just sticks and the bone and doesn't do any real damage. He raises the knife up again, and one last time stabs me directly in the stomach. Finally I slice the blade into him, just to the left of his heart, and he falls to the ground dead. I can't move. I look down at my stomach and see two dark, bleeding wounds and another wound with a knife still sticking out of it. I place my hands flat on my stomach, my fingers surround the blade but not touching it. My fingers become covered in blood. I am not going to survive this. I will die. There is not way that I will get out of this alive. [End]

Relative to Real Life~
Night of April 8th, 2013
Real-life characters: Mom, Leon, Flynn, Seth, classmates.
Dream-created characters: "People after mom", friend outside, Flynn's friend, Flynn's girlfriend, woman instructor.
Real-life places: None.
Dream-created places: First apartment, huge city, second apartment, tree city, living room where the hunger games were held.
Different than real life: I haven't spoken to Leon nor Seth in a very long time at least a year.
Precognitive: 4-9-13 First thing I did after I woke up from this dream is turn on the TV, and switch it to the news. First topic I hear is news on a stabbing in Texas. A stabbing. I rarely hear about stabbings on the news, and even more rarely have dreams about being stabbed.
Reoccurring: No.
Other notes: As I woke from this dream, while I was still asleep but everything was just black, I could feel the knife still in my stomach. I could feel the pain from my wounds. I could barely control my body, but I did move my hands to my stomach. The sensation was so real that I was surprised when my fingers did not connect with the handle of the silver pocket knife I could feel in my body. I wasn't even fully conscious, I didn't even recognize it was a dream yet, but I could feel the pain and my hands moved to the area I was hurt.

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