Hi! Wheither you've been following along or just tuning in, you will be able to appriciate this. I had a dream 4 days ago. It starts out in a blue room. I notice some things about myself is different, like I'm wearing clothes I don't own and I have no scab on my hand (accident with a metal ruler). This makes me think it is something yet to come. But anyways. I'm wearing a watch and I walk towards a door. I go outside, and I see the really annoying black kid in my class named Anthony. What kind of a name is Anthony for a black kid? He comes up to me and tells me the earthquake has started. I walk away and suddenly an earthquake does start. I live in Florida. Nearest techtonic movement - 2000 miles. But anyways. I know that the only way it will start is if everyone stops thinking. Then I go into a warehouse and there's Amanda(read last entry for details) She's standing next to a tall wall of paint. I remember specifically the sky blue paint falling from the ceiling. I take her hand, and throw her onto a matress. Then I do something that tunrs this dream into a nightmare. I take out a gun, cock it, and shoot her repeatedly. I must have emptied twenty rounds in her chest. I then go to her body and pray. I woke up next, in an icey cold sweat. I hope that this dream was just that - a dream, because if I was to go on a homicidal rampage, she would be that second to last to go. I would be last. But the strange coincidenses started to happen. My mom says our neighbors just painted their interior red. Maybe that's where it all starts. And Anthony talks to me more often. I'm a little edgy aroung Amanda now, because as it says in the Bible, you can't escape death.