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THERE IS NO WAY. THERE IS JUST NO FUCKING WAY THIS HAPPENED. So, yesterday I wrote about the dream I had. You know, the one where my parents were some kinds of murderers on our vacation. Now, two things have happened. No, my dream did not become reality. First of all, I had a dream again last night. It is a rare occurrence for me to dream two nights in a row. Secondly, the last night's dream was a continuation of the previous dream. That NEVER happened before. Usually, as soon as I wake up, my dream will forever be discontinued. But for some fucking reason, my head needed a continuation of that one dream. Anyways, in the dream, we were still on vacation in the same city and in the same hotel. And for some fucking reason, my parents had to murder someone again. This time, the victim was a woman. She was not breathing anymore. This time, you could pretty much see how she died. She was beaten to death. It looked terrible. Her face was completely bruised and red. So, just like last time, my parents were trying to get rid of her body. My parents were carrying her to the bridge near the hotel - just like last time, my mother was holding the arms and my father was holding the legs - and none of the people were really paying attention. Though this time, my parents were more nervous than last time and were trying to make themselves appear less obvious. They threw the victim's body into the water. The body did not land face first in the water and was facing up. People were shocked, someone ran to the body, standing in the water (the water was this time not deep at all). Apparently, the victim survived. She was brought to a hospital. I was visiting her in the hospital, and so were police officers and her boyfriend. She was asked some questions. Apparently she did not know who tried to kill her. It was shown on a television, how she is talking about not knowing who it was. My parents were so relieved, but they were still panicking. And that is it. Then I woke up. Seriously, what is with my last two dreams trying to make a whole thriller story. Like, I do not mind writing a story, but please not about my parents. I seriously wonder why I dream that. Is that perhaps what I subconsciously see my parents as? Do I see them as murderers? Also, who were those people that were killed or meant to be killed? I have never seen these two in my entire life. In general, I knew only four people in my dream - my mother, my father, one of the hotel staff, and myself. Everyone else was a stranger to me. I have never seen them before, not once. I just do not understand my dream. And why did it have to be a dream again, in which someone dies (or almost dies)?