Well I had a dream. An extremely sad dream. At least, it was to me. I was at school working with my friends, as usual. A boy in my cl*censored* named Liam rushed in with something black on his head. The teacher took it and gasped. She told us it was a bomb. She turned it around to show us, and it the top green numbers flashed; "10" "9" "8". I ran out of the room and sheltered behind a wall by the cl*censored*, hoping someone had followed me. They had not. The cl*censored* room blew up, causing a huge fire. The fire spread around, and was eventually on the whole school. It spread further, to different schools even. When the flames in my cl*censored*room had died down, I stepped in. There was nobody there. Only piles of ashes where people should have been standing. All my friends were dead. I fell to my knees and buried my face into my hands. There I cried and cried, wishing the fire could have taken my life instead of theirs, or at least just taken mine, so I didn't have to live a sorrow-filled life. I eventually got up, tears still leaking from my eyes, and then I got worse news. I don't know how I got it, but hey, it's a dream. My best friend, Brooke who went to another school had been killed in the fire, as well as Isabel, my other good friend that went to the same school as Brooke. I ran to my friend, Izzy's cl*censored*, in the same school as mine. She was gone too. I had no friends left. They were all dead. So I walked home crying my eyes out when I saw our house had been burned. Outside the house was a badly burnt snake-board, that belonged to my little, nine year old sister. It was on it's side with a small pile of ashes next to it. My sisters ashes. Then, my head decided I couldn't take anymore. I woke up with tears streaming down my face and a huge lump in my throat.
The dream probably meant nothing, but I just felt the need to draw part of it. That character is Flow, my new, natural-colored fursona. :D
Here's the drawing:
http://xoren.deviantart.com/#/d3e9j8j
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