FourKicks

I'm walking through a town that has only 49 people in it, and there is a parade going on. Apparently the parade is supposed to bring in a big crowd, and by the looks of things, maybe just a hundred people. I'm thinking about how it would be cool to live in such a small town, and how everyone probably knows everyone else very well. People are sitting all along the sidewalks, and it seems like summertime. I see a bank and realize I need to transfer money. Walking in without sliding my card in the door or anything, I see a guy sitting at a desk who I assume works there. I start to make the transfer at an ATM and there's something ridiculous like 4 billion dollars in the one account, and nothing in the other. It suddenly doesn't feel right what I'm about to do, so I just cancel the whole thing.

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I am in a house, in a basement. I see a kid from school, SS, with some teachers and he's sitting at a school desk. I'm about to go upstairs and the teachers call me back down. SS recites the alphabet and I'm so proud of him, and we high five. I go upstairs and realize I can't get through the door, it's just this little opening. I think I might be able to squeeze through, but wonder how everyone else will get by (people bigger than me). The sheet rock in this little opening is bending and cracking. I wonder how I've been able to go upstairs so easily all day, but now suddenly I can't. Eventually I just bust through the wall, and see that I made it way more destructive than it needed to be because the wall could just be pushed to the side. I find myself in a kitchen (looks like M's parents' house) and my mom is cooking. I'm pushing the walls back together and I see four thin mirrors, with my reflection coming back pretty clear, and my hair is in a pony tail.