I was recently staying with a friend in London, while I was working in a hotel for the summer. About a week into my stay I had a wierd dream. I was standind outside of my friends house on a dark night , and I saw an old man walking towards me , dressed in Victorian age clothes and behind him he was pulling a herse. When he came closer to me I relised he had a destorted face. But what was the most memorable thing about his face was the purple scar across his forehead. He stoped in front of me he stared for a while and then said 'there`s room for one more.'For days afterwards I was really scared as I had the same nightmare repeatedly. Then one day I was about to board the an extremely crouded outside the house bus I noticed that the driver had a purple scar across his forehead. I froze and I was unable to breathe. The driver began to get impatient and he shouted at me 'there`s room for one more.' I stepped of the bus and at that piont I knew that it would not! be a good idea to take the bus.It drove around the corner and crashed into a wall killing most of its passengers. How it changed my life:I know have extreme faith in my dreams
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