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parkin and i moved into a new house... it kind of looked like my grandmother's house in san francisco, so maybe we moved into that house. but there was an odd connection to it. someone was letting raccoons and mice and other little rodents into the house... on purpose, trying to scare us out? one night, i heard this rapping on the windown downstairs in the garage, so i went down, and i covered the window and closed the door. i pulled the door because i had this feeling that someone was trying to get into the house, so i held on to the door knob. the person on the outside pulled for a little while, then the rapping on the window started again. suddenly the curtains opened tho, and i saw the guy that was knocking on the window. he wasn't trying to get into the house, he was trying to warn us that someone had left a crack on the window open to let the rodents in. so he helped me close the window tight. after he left, i looked past him and saw a neighbor from across the way watching our house. i saw that she had noticed what had just happened with the man and i had a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach as i saw her reach for the telephone. i went back upstairs and the odd feeling followed me up. some time passes, then suddenly i see my cousin dana, and she has a gun. she looks like she's been crying. i ask her what's wrong, and she tells me that the nice guy that helped us with the window was dead, and that they killed him because he was helping us. (in the dream i knew what was going on, but i can't recall the full memory of it) anyways, dana starts shooting at me and i hide then find my gun and load it. feeling defensive, i started shooting back at her, and the both of us hit each other numerous times. finally we stopped and talked about what happened. the guy that told us about the crack in the window was killed because the 'mob' wanted us out of the house. the snitch across the street leaked it to the mob that there was a man helping us so they put a hit out on him and dana blamed us for his death. as we talked, we heard more firegun shots downstairs in the garage. parkin was down there. someone had snuck into the house and parkin was fighting back. parkin shot him down and i brought some food down for us to eat and wait for the police or something to come. i wasn't going to feed the guy, but parkin told me to give him some food. i didn't want to, but parkin insisted that he eat.
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