I was in a glass tank, being gassed alongside Ron and Ginny. I had the idea to cement ourselves to the floor, because for some reason it would allow us to die sooner.
Then I was in the Bahamas (though it wasn't as nice in my dream as the actual place- all dirty and grimy!) with my family. My mum was pregnant...
Suddenly, I was back in the same city that the gassing had taken place. I had somehow gotten rescued and had to leave Ron and Ginny behind, which was a very sad moment I must say. Me, Laura and Hannah were all meant to be meeting the rest of our crowd at the train station just bellow where she lived (in an eerie library). The train station was Fenchurch Street in the dream, but was actually just some grotty old hall with a ticket slot in the wall. Hannah decided that she didn't want to come out after all, and so me and Laura purchased tickets and made our way to meet the others.
Once on the train with everyone- I distinctly remember Lewis for some reason- we ended up travelling to Southend Central. The station was the building Essex House in New York (the one with the big red sign), but it was all battered and peeling just like everything else in my dreams. I was suddenly frozen with fear, and had to go back seeing as it was the place I had gotten tortured.
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