My mother, Chelsea, maybe DJ and I were on a plane waiting to skydive. The freefalling part made me feel uneasy but it didn’t last long. Once the parachute came out the fall was enjoyable and peaceful until I started worrying about where to land. A small green field and a mall were possible landing sites below. I choose the field and tried to sway my body to send us there. Someone from the ground was giving us signals to pull something on the parachute strings. My mom and I did at the very last minute. When we got on the ground a person in a huge tractor started coming near us. Mom disappeared but Chelsea was there with me trying to get over the barbed wire fence. We escaped.
I got home and was in Alexis’s and my shower. I was sitting on the bottom of the bathtub/shower combo and just scooting around and around with my eyes closed. I felt really pumped up and like I could accomplish anything. Like I wanted to run a marathon but that wouldn’t be extreme enough. When I opened my eyes I felt dizzy and disoriented, totally different than when my eyes were closed. I barely had the balance to stand up without clutching onto the wall. I was surprised at all the blood washing off my and searched for a wound. I was also searching my mind for recollection of injury at the landing. Perhaps the barbed wire caught me in my escape from the field. I discovered four long scrapes bloody and gushing above my right wrist. Once I found the source of all the blood, I didn’t do anything to stop it but it got better just by me finding it. I was staring at all the bottles on the ledge of the tub and trying to figure out which one was soap. The number of bottles confused me and I just gave up.
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