Last night I dreamt that I was a skinny teenage girl—about seventeen or eighteen—with very dark hair, two younger sisters, and an older sister. We lived in California with our father (who was not my real father). He was an okay dad, but he had a bad habit of kidnapping young girls and performing vivisections on them. Finally, he ran out of girls in the neighborhood to kidnap, so he decided to eviscerate one of my younger sisters.
I tried to stop him, but my older sister said we should let him do what he wanted. She grabbed a glass vase and smashed it, holding it out as a weapon. I tried to get past her to my dad and my little sister, but my older sister just cut me with the glass. I was bleeding all over, and my father was starting to cut open his daughter, who was screaming, so I turned around and ran out the front door in bare feet to tell the neighbors in the red house across the street to call 911. They were all freaked out that I was bleeding, and I was trying to tell them that something much worse was happening in my house. And then I woke up.
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