I dreamed my father, sister and I were in my trailer packing up my things. There was a cat, and it scratched me. I immediately began to grow old, wrinkling and my hair turning grey. I ran around, attempting to curb the oldness before I died. I had been cursed.
I finally reversed the curse but couldn't quite put my finger on what had worked. We moved my things into a tower, one with a ceiling all the way up and a staircase winding all the way around. It began to flood and we began to get very sleepy and I realized I'd been cursed again.
I wracked my brain trying to figure out how I'd reversed the first curse. The water grew deeper, sloshing against my legs. Bats were flying up high, but I knew even if we climbed to the very top, the water would drown us. We would die, drowning in our sleep.
I finally realized that I'd drank something with oranges in it at the trailer. "IT'S CITRUS!" I screamed. I ran to the microwave, barely above water level. I squeezed some lemon juice and made hot lemon water. When I pulled it out of the microwave, I smelled it and instantly felt more awake.
I passed huge cups of the stuff around and before the water got any higher, we managed to stop it and find a raft.
Then I woke up.
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