When I was sixteen years old I had a dream that has never left me even until this day. In the dream, I was sitting in a car that was on the side of a road in the low income projects area similar to the ones in Chicago. I saw the sky rise apartment buildings behind me and all of a sudden, there was gunfire shooting at me. I did not die, but drove off into the horizon. Then, that scene vanished and I saw a beautiful blue sky with clouds, and out of the sky a voice spoke to […]
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- Cory Nickols
- 2 Mar 2011
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