I dreamed last night that my best friend's two-year-old sister and four-year-old brother were in this sort of weird garage-type building with an eighteen-wheeler. I looked up and one of them had started the engine, so I got into the driver's seat to try to turn it off. It was all really complicated and I accidentally accelerated instead of turning off the engine, and I looked down as the truck was rolling forward and her four-year-old brother was laying on the ground in front of it. Her two-year-old sister was yelling at me to stop, but it was too late, I ran him over. Then I reversed and he was just laying there on the ground all grey. Then I dreamed that it was a couple of days later and I was crying, my friend was crying, and she was telling me when the funeral was going to be.
Freaky, huh? 
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