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Manifest Destiny


This is a public basketball court in a downtown area in the season of fall.

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October 13:

I was a supernatural bounty hunter/warden, driving with my team to a wanted criminal's location. One of my teammates (Nick, I think) was a convict; apparently, it was normal for him to help us catch criminals that the police were struggling to find and arrest. Nick was in jail because of a drug addiction he was struggling to kick; oftentimes, he would be in jail for three-month increments, long enough for him to become clean. However, after being released, he'd go back to his old neighborhood with all the drugs and find himself in a jail cell all over again. He was a very nice guy stuck in a cycle he could not break and an environment that made true change realistically impossible. A woman came along with Nick and me, she informed us who we were looking for. That night, the bounty we were seeking to collect was a man that had successfully alluded the police for a long time. The man was rich and obviously a crime lord of sorts, but most else about him was a mystery.


We pulled up outside a messy mansion in some ghetto by a small highway overpass. The mansion had a two-story gated guard tower in the front (it was empty), a small house/shed to the right when you walk in, and the main house was to the left. We snuck into the house and began snooping around. There were no people, but there were dogs everywhere, inside and outside. While we were snooping around, a man pulled into the lot outside, and we were forced to hide. The bounty had just shown up.


He walked through the door while talking to someone on the phone; it sounded like he was getting ready to move. Somehow it seemed that he knew he'd been discovered. We continued to wait for him to walk into his room; once he did so, we jumped him and managed to pin him down and cuff him. This is where we learned the secret to his allusiveness. Our bounty had special abilities that allowed him to jump through time, and I could see the new future he was trying to create. Quickly he began to fade out of time, attempting to escape through the past. However, I had my own special abilities and sprayed him with a venom that I had bottled from my saliva. The golden light that flashed through his veins was then replaced by blue light; quickly, he was snatched into the present, and now powerless. After we secured our target, a group of officers gathered around to take him to jail—all in a day's work.


Though the hood's volatility was destined to consume them; both men had willingly returned to their ward. These two men were doomed even before they got caught.


Here are a few other dreams circulated around the topic of race.

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