I had a very weird dream last night, but everything that happened seemed very real. When you read this blog keep that in mind.
I was walking with Nela* in this old, brown, open roofed castle. We were checking up on all the people there and then Hsiu Fan's mom came asking for Hsiu Fan (Hsiu Fan is a friend from my church if you don't allready know.) So Nela* and I went up a floor to go look for Hsiu Fan. Then I noticed that Nela was crying. At first I didn't say anything but I finally asked if everything was all right. "Is it personal business?" I asked. She told me "Yeah, it's personal business."
Once we were on the upper floor, I was noticing how gray the sky seemed. Then I saw Hsiu Fan standing near a line of little Chinese kids by the building's edge. The kids were sitting, one leg foward, one leg back, with their backs toward the ledge, on top of a low wall that was perpendicular to the side of the building. Each child held on the the foot in front of them. I saw that the child nearest to the ledge was letting herself hang over the edge of the building while holding onto the foot of the girl in front of her. Somehow, the girl hanging lost her grip or something, and she started to fall. She let out a pathetic yell.
"HOOOH CRAP, SHE FELL!" I yelled. I rushed over to look and I saw her painfully hit the ground (it was quite a drop). Then she stood back up and looked at me. "Wait, she's not dead." Nela didn't seem to notice, but instead offered to sit as the anchor at the front of the line. "Now you hold on to here," she said, placing a little girl's hand on her ankle. She said this as if to prevent an accident from ever happening again. So the girl who was now at the back of the line hung over, and the group jerked her up and down for fun.
I was walking with Nela* in this old, brown, open roofed castle. We were checking up on all the people there and then Hsiu Fan's mom came asking for Hsiu Fan (Hsiu Fan is a friend from my church if you don't allready know.) So Nela* and I went up a floor to go look for Hsiu Fan. Then I noticed that Nela was crying. At first I didn't say anything but I finally asked if everything was all right. "Is it personal business?" I asked. She told me "Yeah, it's personal business."
Once we were on the upper floor, I was noticing how gray the sky seemed. Then I saw Hsiu Fan standing near a line of little Chinese kids by the building's edge. The kids were sitting, one leg foward, one leg back, with their backs toward the ledge, on top of a low wall that was perpendicular to the side of the building. Each child held on the the foot in front of them. I saw that the child nearest to the ledge was letting herself hang over the edge of the building while holding onto the foot of the girl in front of her. Somehow, the girl hanging lost her grip or something, and she started to fall. She let out a pathetic yell.
"HOOOH CRAP, SHE FELL!" I yelled. I rushed over to look and I saw her painfully hit the ground (it was quite a drop). Then she stood back up and looked at me. "Wait, she's not dead." Nela didn't seem to notice, but instead offered to sit as the anchor at the front of the line. "Now you hold on to here," she said, placing a little girl's hand on her ankle. She said this as if to prevent an accident from ever happening again. So the girl who was now at the back of the line hung over, and the group jerked her up and down for fun.
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