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Okay. So, I don't normally type in my journal, but I need somewhere to vent.Before I tell the story, let me explain something. There were about two thousand kids at my church for Halloween. About an eighth were teenagers.There are approximately 45,000 people living in my town. Also, I don't have dreams that much, let alone dreams that I remember. So this next point is important. When I remember dreams, they happen.

So, I sat down to eat my hotdogs with some of my friends from church. There were these three teens a few feet away, one girl and two guys. At first they were just sitting there talking, cussing their heads off(the two guys). The girl just sat between them quietly. I almost told them to stop cussing because we were at a church, and there were loads of little kids around. They asked me where I got my food, I told them, and they walked towards the food line. A few minutes later they came back, ate, then started picking on the girl. I was about to get up and intervene, but they decided to leave. They both made the girl cry. Then she held hands with one of them; they were in a relationship. Then the weirdest thing happened. She turned around and looked at me, with this look of sadness; like a cry for help. I wanted to help her, but the two boys dragged her off and vanished before I could do anything.

She was real pretty, and seemed like a respectable girl. Last night, at about midnight I fell asleep. I had a dream, and I remembered it(this is important. If you don't remember why, look back at the beginning). She was on the ground, crying; her back up against a wall. There was repeated knocking on a door. My view panned around the room; it was her bedroom. Suddenly, there was a bang and the door was kicked down. The boy friend walked in and started beating her and she ended up dying.

It's killing me that I don't know who she was; or at least who her boyfriend was. She was silently pleading to me for help, but I gave none. It's been bugging me all day and I just needed to get it off my chest. Unfortunately, I doubt I'll be able to figure out who she was because some many people live in my town. And because I didn't help her, she's probably going to die.

If you don't believe me I understand; but I'm being dead serious. And I'm about in tears right now because her blood may bee on my hands.