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1-34: Houses with No Doors

 In the beginning of the dream, mom left for the HST World Championship with her team, including one of my acquaintances, Teo. She did a lot of prepararatory stuff, considering that she would leave me completely alone for days. She wanted to make sure I'll survive-

Shortly after she left, I noticed that the house (it wasn't even our house, by the way) no longer had doors, only some empty spaces wherever the doors were supposed to be. I found myself yelling a frustrated "How nice of you to take everything and leave me like this!" I couldn't help being creeped out by the emptiness of everything. The furniture was also gone. It felt like mom wouldn't even come back anymore.

I chose to pay a visit to my grandma, to find some calm, but she was also away, and her house didn't have doors, either. Next time I went outside, I saw the sun setting, in spite of my belief that it had already been dark for some time. As I wandered down the deserted alleys, it didn't even seem like I was in a city anymore. None of the houses I passed by had doors, and everything was eerily empty and silent. 

I decided to go back home. As I took the first step into the house, I felt the phone vibrating in my pocket. I had gotten 3 e-mails from sunphoto, but chose to discard them and write to mom instead.

The scenery changed in the last part of the dream, and I suddenly found myself in a gorgeously decorated room painted in shades of red. I was rambling to my mom about the dream I'd just had, although I was technically still dreaming.

 

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Rarity: N

Real Characters: mom, grandma - mentioned, Teo (acquaintance) - mentioned

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