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I’m tossing last night’s noctournal narrative onto the ever-increasing pile of weird kid dreams I’ve been having over the past year or so. In this dream, LCF and I were staying in a big house, possibly with my parents, and we were doing some kind of archeological dig in the yard. As we dug, I started finding all these little ancient mummified kid’s bodies, piled on top of each other in a deep mass grave. I had no idea why they were there, and I felt bad disturbing them, but I figured now that we had dug them up, we couldn’t just re-cover them and walk away, especially since there were so many of them and they were so old. I reasoned that they could be a very important historical find that we could help to preserve, so I gently picked up each mummy, and brought it into the house so animals couldn’t get at them in the night. By the time I was done it was late, so LCF and I went to sleep in an unfamiliar upstairs bedroom. Just as I was falling asleep, I felt a tug at the sleeve of my shirt. It was a little blonde girl, about seven years old, and she had a little dark-skinned girl with her. She said they were two of the kids I had just dug up, which surprised me because they weren’t ye olde at all. They were reasonably clean and healthy-looking, and were wearing blue T-shirts and denim shorts. They complained that they were cold from being in the ground, so I took them each by the hand and led them downstairs to a big couch where I wrapped them in the down comforter my best friend Han gave me. I got under the blanket with them, hoping my body-heat would help them warm up faster. Soon, more little kids started coming into the room, and they all wanted to get under the blanket with us. That’s when I started to panic. What if I was now responsible for all of these undead kids because I dug them up? How would I take care of them? How many of them were there exactly? What would LCF do when he woke up and discovered me with all of them? Would he leave me? Would he help me? Would he make me choose between him and them? Who were these little zombie kids anyway? I wanted to get away from them, but the weight of all the kids trying to get warm under my blanket was crushing me, and that’s when I woke up.

*sigh*

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