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July 8,1996
A spark of deja-vu crept into my mind the day I realized that my nightmare from the night before came true the next day, and I have reconnitered it as the enigmatic occurrance in my insignificant life. At first, I didn't recall where I was going, and I didn't recollect how I got to school that day. The hallway was unusually fuzzy; maybe it was my vision. I hurried over to my best male friend, Mike, who beckoned me as he was strolling in the direction of his locker. He stopped short and stared at the inscrutable dents in the lockers adjacent to his. We spoke of them for what it seemed as several minutes before he finally opened his own. On the center of the shiny metal door was a torn piece of notebook paper, and it was fastened there with chewed up gum. Mike and I read the words "You better watch yourself punk, or I'll hunt you down and kill you!" scrawled in large bold letters. Mike laughed "Ooooh, somebody's going to KILL me, I'm sooo scared! Save me!" His laughter metamophed into seriousness, and he said "Hey, listen, I have to go; I'll talk to you later." He took what he needed from his locker, swung it closed, and locked it. He glanced a final inquiring look at the crater-like impressions in the lockers/ then we parted after saying our good-byes. I walked in the direction of the music hallway; however, I didn't make it any further than feet from Mike's locker. A figure came out from dead space and pulled me into a headlock. I was dragged down the hall, struggling to get loose, but it was no use. My assailant towed me into the Men's lavatory and pitched me onto the floor like a rag doll. I landed on my stomach, and before I could attempt to stand, he sat on my back. I never put a face on this mad man, and at that point I wasn't even sure my perpetrator was male until he spoke to me. "Just you move, just you talk, I can't wait. Right here. I'm going to slice you right here." his voice was rasping as he rubbed the knife up and down my spine. Before I knew what happened next, my dad was in my room waking me up. His voice boomed in my head, and I think I let out a muted scream. When I got to school that day, I had several flashbacks of my dream. When I saw him in class that day, Mike told me of how someone threatened him the period before; asinine kid neither of us like. The next period, I made a pronostication that something would happen to me. Sure enough, I was forewarned by a girl who thought I was talking about her that she'd settle that problem outside of school if she "heard" I was doing it again. And finally, when I got to homeroom, our principal came on the intercom. He began to discuss his concern of locker vandalism in our building. In the end, I sometimes still wonder if my dream really had something to do with what happened the next day, or was it some sort of an incomprehensible coincidence.
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