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Get out of your life, it's just a dream, don't you?

It was 2014.

We were living in Costa Mesa, California, on a street called Avocado.

The apartment was a one-bedroom loft built in 1946.

Situated in the front unit, it didn't receive much sunlight, giving it was a somewhat

dark atmosphere.

During this time, my sister and I were living together.

She had recently become a young mother, not more than a few months prior.

We were both quite young, not older than 22 at the time.

Unfortunately, there was a lot of negativity in our home, with a tense environment due

to drug abuse.

Fights and anger were commonplace.

Around that time, I started feeling constantly exhausted as if my energy was being drained

away.

My sister had noticed some odd behavior while I slept in the same space, given that it

was a one-bedroom loft.

She mentioned instances of me moaning in my sleep, and even making graphic motions with

my body.

I found it strange, but dismissed it as nothing.

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