![]() ![]() I procrastinated actually doing the assignment until the night before it was due because it seemed like a morbid assignment (especially since all of my grandparents were still alive). In my case, all of my grandparents were alive. ![]() The professor told us to write it on a deceased grandparent, but if all of your grandparents were still alive we had to choose one. In college, I took a hard news/soft news journalism class where one of the assignments was to write an obituary for one of my grandparents. She lived about 450 miles away by the way.ģ. We talked a bit and I found out they watched some rental movies and, “Of course we had popcorn, why?” My sister is a little woowoo at times, so I decided not to tell her about my night. He checked the property and went back to bed. No one was there, the dog instantly stopped snarling and walked to her bed like nothing had happened. He couldn’t see anyone, so he flipped on the light. She was standing in the living room snarling at the middle of the room. Her husband thought there was a prowler in the house, got a gun and went to find the dog. They woke up to the sound of the dog snarling at about 1am. I think, “That was a weird dream.” Eventually, I fall back to sleep and in the morning I call my sister, planning to tell her the story, but she preempts me by telling me about the weird thing that happened in the night. Suddenly there’s a bright flash of light and I wake up like I hit the bed from a great height. I hear a noise and turn around to see my sister’s normally very friendly Labrador Retriever looking like Cujo. There’s a mixing bowl with popcorn kernels in the bottom on the floor in front of the TV and some rental VHS in a pile nearby. I’m standing in my sister’s living room and it must be a full moon, because even though it’s around 1am and the lights are off, I can see clearly. I can still see the other version of me on that street just messed up. I told him that I’m going back to school, I ain’t dying again. To my horror, that same red Tahoe showed up. I thought it had to be a dream, so I went with him just to see what would happen. My friend wanted to go get Sonic but I was freaking out. All of a sudden I was back in the stadium again and the EXACT SAME WORDS came out of the principal’s mouth. I remember gasping for air, I remember waking up and sleeping again. I just saw a red Tahoe heading right for me and I got hit. Well I remember walking with him and he dropped something so I went across the street first. Across the school there is not heavy traffic, but if you don’t pay attention you could get hit. Well, my friend and I were not into that, so we wanted to to go across the street to Sonic. We had a pep rally in school and after it was finished we had to go back to class. Either it was another world with a version of me that died I saw or I’m going crazy but I DIED. ![]()
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