I found myself running to an old log cabin next to some railroad tracks. Everything around me was really weird. I don't even know what I was running for, but I felt that it was an important reason. So I just kept going. Everything was old-fashioned- Girls in fancy hats and dresses, guys with moustashes. I was getting really tired from running, so I took a break. I looked on the opposite side of the railroad tracks to see a fast-moving black figure. I had to squint my eyes to see it properly. And even then I couldn't see it right. After a couple of minutes, I felt a sudden urge to walk toward it. No, run toward it. So, of coarse, I started running to the other side of the tracks. I stopped on the tracks to take yet another break. Then I started hearing the sound of a train coming in the distance, so I decided I better keep going. I lifted up my feet to go, but I was stuck. I tried again. And again. Still, nothing. The sound of the train was getting closer, faster. I tried to look for the black figure, but it was gone. Now I was really panicking. I tried to jump off, take off my shoes, anything to GET OFF THE TRACKS. Still, nothing. I was seconds away from my death. The trains eyes bored into mine. Then I knew it was my time. It was meant to happen, I told myself. This was totally meant to happen. Then right before the train hit me, I woke up, next to my sisters. It was all a dream. I was really relived.
"I just had the weirdest dream," I said. "With a cabin, a train, and a-"
"Black figure," Carter totally finished my sentence. "We all had the same dream, Hailee. All of us."
I guess we all fell asleep while we were at our dad's sister's house. Weird.
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