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            When I was younger, I used to have the weirdest reoccurring nightmare. Now that I look back on it, it isn’t quite a nightmare, but when I was little it was pretty scary. It was always the Forth of July, and I was wondering around the neighborhood where they blow of fireworks every year. Everything seemed so smoky from the fireworks. I always end up at the same house, where there is a big party going on. It was so weird because there were kids lined up in the second story rooms, just being thrown out of the windows and to huge mattresses, which looked like a lot of fun. I then proceed to the backyard where the was a big golden slide leading down somewhere underground, and I am tempted to go on the slide every time I had this dream, it was inevitable. So I hop up and ride down the slide, and it spirals down into an underground room, I can’t really describe what it looked like though, almost as if it was made out of clay. Well anyways I would look around and find all seven of Snow White’s dwarfs doing random things around the room. The reason I was always so scared when I woke up is because there was no leaving the room. Once I was in, I would look for a way out, but never found one. I tried so hard to climb back up the slide, but it was way to slick. I would always panic and try to get out to meet my family, but I was stuck until I woke up.