When I was a kid, I dreamt one night that my neighbour's dog, Bronco, died. When I woke up the next morning, guess what? Bronco was dead.Later that night, I dreamt that my postman died. When I woke up the next morning, there was commotion at my front door. The postman was dead.
On the third night, I decided that I would use my great power to my benefit. If I could dream of someone dying, I could actually get rid of them. So I shut my eyes really tight and thought of my Math teacher dying. She would die by explosion, after marking too many books.
That night, when I fell asleep, I dreamt of her. She wasn't dead. In my dream, it was my term exams and I had totally forgotten to prepare for it.
When I woke up, it was Saturday. And I watched cartoons all morning.
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