Last night before I went to sleep I was watching some type of paranormal show like I usually do. I looked across to where my dad keeps his old jukebox in the corner of the room, and usually this jukebox makes strange noises when it is not plugged in. I don't necessarly think it's haunted, just a little scary. It was making cracking noises and I saw something move in the reflection of it's glass but I looked away and ignored it, I hate being scared. After the show was over [1:00] I headed off to bed and sang myself to sleep to keep me unscared. Than I had a dream. I dreampt that I was in my old house and that my mother was in the kitchen with this boy [around the age of 12] whom I don't know, and they were making dinner. I walked in the kitchen and than fell to the floor and my mom and the child went around me concerned. I had very rapid heart beat [palputations] it was the worst I have ever felt them. It was like a racecar in my heart. I than looked at my mom and the child and said
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