User blog:PyroGothNerd/Eye for an eye 7

The dream went differently last night, and now I understand.

This time, when the creature came for me, I started to run, as usual.

However, before I got to the eye, I became filled with rage.

That creature framed me.

Who else was framed by her?

Who else will be framed by her?

That creature had something to do with that woman who murdered her child being found not guilty.

Who else will got away with murder with her help?

Who else will get away with murder with her help?

What other crimes did she help people get away with?

I stopped running and turned around. At that point in the dream, I began attacking her.

I punched.

I kicked.

I grabbed a wooden judges hammer and threw it at her.

Eventually, the chasm opened, and I knocked her down there, making sure she didn't drag me down with her.

I stood there for what seemed like five minutes. It all felt so real. I then turned and wlked towards the eyeball. As I did so, I heard laughter, and Mister Oculus screaming with delight, "You are ready! You are ready! You are finally ready, my little gavel!"

The eye then appeared on my hand, like before, but this time it stayed, and blinked at me.

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When I woke up, I was in my room, and Mister Oculus was itting there, waiting for me to wake up.

I looked at my hand, and, sure enough, there was an eye on it, blinking and looking around, as if adjusting to it's new spot on my hand.

"You have done well, child, and now you are ready." Mister Oculus said, in a very different voice than before. Now, it sounded as if several voices were speaking at once, inculding his nasal voice from before.

I didn't need to ask what I was ready for. I already know. I felt a surge of energy going through me. I amready. Ready to stop running from injustice, and put a stop to injustice.

All I do now, is await his command.