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Ya svoi posledniy dream uje otpravila:

The action takes place back in Russia (originally I`m from Russia).
I see my grandma`s old house, gates are open, but windows and doors are all dark and locked - I can neither come inside nor see what`s happening there. But somehow I`m sure that there is my grand grandma (she was more than 90 years old when died) and she really needs my help. I was running all around the house trying to figure out what should i do in order to help her. Somehow i felt (but didn`t see it) that she is lying on her bed, tired or even unconscious.
And then suddenly something in my head clicked "You have time only till Thursday, today is Saturday. Hurry up! She needs all new blood instead of her own or she`s going to die." I didn`t think even for a second - I took my own blood (didn`t see how), put it in the special plastic pack (small bag) and ran to her house again, but still the doors were locked. I started to call my friends, asking them to help me, to collect their blood too, started to stop random people on the street - still it wasn`t enough. (Seemed like no one cares what`s happening!) The house didn`t let me to come in. So i took my blood again, felt dizzy and tired, but didn`t give up.
All the dream I`ve heard how clocks are ticking and the voice "Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday..." almost every two minutes! The time flew too fast! On the wednesday night I found myself lying in the empty bath tub (dressed) and my friend came over and tried to cheer me up... I could hardly speak, but tried to ask him to help my grandma with blood. He didn`t answer, just took my hand, checked the pulse... I became mad at him, raised up and ran to grandma`s house. I was running slowly, falling down from time to time, but holding tight bags with blood in my hands. When I almost reached the place, I`ve seen a man who was closing up the gates. I tried to stop him, and he said: "It`s late now. It`s Thursday."
The end.