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I was standing on cold ground in the middle of a graveyard. I was surrounded my gray age-marked graves, wondering where I was. The last thing I remembered was falling asleep in my bed, but now I was here. I was in a milky white ankle-high night gown. I looked up at the ebony black sky and realized I could not see the stars. I couldn’t even see the moon because of this dark mist that was swirling around. The mist looked almost like fog except it had a purplish glow to it. I could still see around me but there were only graves that were starting to fade. They were starting to fade until there was nothing there except the mist. I don’t know how long I had been standing there staring at the tombstones, but now everything was gone. There was only the purple mist that had engulfed everything. I kept standing there trying to figure out if this was a dream or reality, and what was going to happen to me. I started to panic because I thought the mist would engulf me and kill me just like it had engulfed the world around me, but then I saw a golden flash in the mist. I thought I was hallucinating because I was so tired and afraid, but then I saw the golden flash again. I started to walk forward and then the golden flash became a golden light. A golden light that stayed there in front of me a few inches away. I walked up to it and went to touch it. I couldn’t feel anything but it was there. I could see the golden light with my own two eyes. I stared at the light and then  the golden light went from a small dot to a huge circle. It lit up all the mist in front of me, and then it went to the ground. I realized it was some weird light, and that now it was lighting up my path. “I don’t know what is going on,” I thought “but if this is some kind of joke I’m going to hurt someone pretty bad.” I started to walk forward on the lit path because I had no other options. The golden path was the only way to go because the thick fog blocked everything else. I walked on the golden path for a while and then I saw something in the distance. “Oh god! I think I’m almost out of the fog!” I started to run thinking that I was almost to safety. The figure in the distance began to get bigger and bigger. I ran like my life depended on it because whatever that figure was it didn’t have fog around it. That figure was my exit to the real world. When I got up to the figure I stood very still, and realized I’d rather be around the fog.  I was standing in front of a giant golden gate. It had been made from every different type of architecture and design. When I looked to my right to see if there was anyway to get around the gate, I realized that there were stone walls built in to keep anyway from getting around. “Great,” I thought “just great.” I looked up at the top of the gate and it was way too tall to climb up. “So the only way to get past this gate is to go through it. Well, I don’t want to go through some giant golden gate that I found by following a stupid light. I’ll just use that stupid light to get back where I started.” I turned around to start walking back but when I did the light disappeared. It was so dark now that I couldn’t see the fog, and when I turned around I could only see the glimmering golden gate. I gulped but slowly walked up to the gate. I put both my hands on the gate and pushed on it gently. The gate flung open and the two sides gracefully stopped before hitting the stone walls. I walked up to where the gate had been, it was the seperation from the world behind me and this new land that I had never see before. I couldn’t see anything in this “new land” because it was so incredibly dark. I closed my eyes and when I went to walk forward, I screamed. I opened my eyes and  started crying. I looked around and saw that it was daylight. I was laying on my hardwood floor in my own bedroom.