A group of black gangsters were walking toward the church for a fight with another group. It was late in the evening, the sky was not completely dark yet. They walked with a dance beat and while showing off some moves, they got lit on fire but they didn't know they were on fire. The church got caught in flames. I told the preist the church was on fire. He ignored me. I repeated myself a few more times, getting more impatient and louder. I pointed and shouted, "the church is on fire!" He looked up from his desk and went to go see. He saw and it and told everyone.
I was in the bathroom washing my hands and looking into the mirror. The bathroom was tiled in a light aqua blue color. A girl with medium length brown hair opened the bathroom door, looked at me, came in and closed the door. She knew I wouldn't have mind if she did her business with me in reaching distance of her. I haven't seen her around before. She wore eyeliner and was one of those weirdos girls that no one else likes and I get along with. We had a conversation of some sort, but I don't remember what it was about. An earthquake struck. The black toliet detached itself from the wall. The wall of where the mirror, sink and toliet was cracked, the toliet side of the wall was sunked into the floor.
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