my house was a very nice house in a themepark i think. it
was low on the ground and deep into a cave looking out on a sunny
street. i was out and about and i thought my home was in
danger. so i walk back home and i push down a right wing
flag, the kind of skinny flags they have at supermarkets. the
wood snaps, a couple of boys see me do it. they are
putting up the flags and posters right before the corner of
the street in front of my house. they yell at me and i start
running but they catch up with me because i cant move. they
tell me as they hold me thay theyre going to do the same to
me as theyre going to do to that flag pole because you cant
do that to someones property. one boy cratches my arm open
with a knife and i struggle which makes it hurt more.
eventually i get away and try to run to my house but i bump
into an old teacher who doesnt notice what is going on and i
am kept outside of my house by my own politeness.
