I dreamt you were dying.
You told me when your
funeral would be while you
were still alive.
You were so sick,
you were so sure you
would die soon.
And then I dreamt
I was pregnant,
really pregnant,
with your
baby, but now
you were dead.
And I had the baby in this dream.
I dreamt after that
that she lived with a
family down the street,
behind the house of a crazy
man who tried to kill her.
And then tried to kill
me and my brother.
We were late
to the film screening
after this happened.
We ended up winning money.
But I couldn't find
my mafia family anywhere.
And I was afraid they'd died.
It was so bizarre,
the whole long
ordeal.
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