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Credi alle Favole (12 Maggio 2017) video -> https://youtu.be/K_9H78yANWo

“I had a dream about a man who had killed 80 or so people by throwing them down the center of a spiraling staircase. He would wait in the shadows for people to get off the elevator at the top floor and simply push them over the banister, watching them fall to their deaths, waiting to hear their bones crack upon impact. I kept having visions of this man and I told my mother about them. She became extremely worried, borderline paranoid, saying that should keep me awake so I would not have the visions anymore. So we went for a drive. We wound up at my high school right around the time that kids were being dropped off for school…even though it was 3:30am. I saw Olivia get into her mothers car after getting off the bus and I couldn’t help but smile at seeing my friend even though she couldn’t see me in the dark. The bus drove up right behind our car forcing us to move farther up the road. The lights from the bus were casting flashing shadows all over the place. My mom threw the car in park with a sigh and I crawled into the front seat from the back. While trying to maneuver into the passenger seat, my foot accidentally knocked the radio’s dial, turning it off. Its eerily silent for a moment, and I couldn’t stand it so I turned the radio back on. My mother looked at me with tired eyes, and I asked her what’s wrong. “I don’t know what I’m going to do when you go to visit the scary man.” And I explained to her, “Well its more like he comes to me in my dreams.” “How will I know when he does?” And before I could answer the bus behind us moved, changing the flashing shadows and I saw the shadow of the man on the dashboard in front of me. (He honestly looks like the babadook, you know with the hat and the hair). I couldn’t move my body, fear was paralyzing me. My eyes grew wide and I tried too reach out my hand to grab my mother’s arm but I was moving in slow motion. I couldn’t tell her what I need to say. I tried to scream, “He’s here.””

I walk to a soccer field down the street when I see a bunch of people from my high school. I’m feeling pretty drunk at this point and still am sipping on the rum. I must have said something about trying to find a girl to love because everyone started running in the opposite direction, typical Johns Creek people behavior. I just shrug and go lay in the grass to watch some kids practice on the soccer field. While in line for a drill, Zack Harris calls to me, “Hey, did you find a lesbian lover yet?” and I just ignore him because I am too drunk to deal with his nosey ass right now. He moves through the line and I look down at my phone, considering calling Zach. I look at the map and see that he’s only two streets away; I could totally walk there and be fine. I call him and I can just hear that he’s majorly stressed out. “No this is serious,” he says “I need some air.” So I let him freak out however he needs to and lay back in the grass to enjoy a nice drunken snooze.”

“Someone broke into our house, intending to rob us of what would hurt us most. So naturally, they look the leftover Thanksgiving mac and cheese. I woke up physically upset. I went to get milk out of the fridge in the morning and noticed that the mac and cheese was safe and sound. Needless to say, I was relieved.”

“A girl came to visit me while I was in Hong Kong, but it actually looked like Chicago. I had classes and responsibilities that I kept blowing off because I wanted to see her. We rode around town in a big double decker bus, sharing kisses and smiles. She slid her hand into mine and placed her head on my shoulder. There was more to this dream but all I remember is waking up to the feeling of satisfaction, warmth and the want to actually do those things with this girl.”

“I’m standing with some friends over-looking Central Harbor in Hong Kong. A typhoon is raging worse than I’ve ever seen. The waves are throwing huge cargo ships around like toys, and containers are falling into the sea like Legos. Everyone is panicking, running and screaming. But I feel calm, almost calmer than I’ve ever been. I find the nearest sky scraper and climb the stairs in the opposite direction than everyone else. I find a wide bay window in a stranger’s  empty office to peacefully watch the chaos unfold.”

“I heard a rumor that my brother had died, but I was confused...I had literally just ran into him on the street. I told him about what I heard and he just laughed. We sat on a bench and talked like we were old friends for a while. After, I ended up looking at the street through a metal doorway, eating my body weight in pizza rolls, trying to remember if seeing Neil that day actually happened or was it just a memory?”