Me, my brother, and Nick are all in a tightly-closed-in complex of makeshift-houses that are torn apart and empty. This complex doesn't span very wide, and not very long. It is near the end of the day, and the sun casts a eerily burning red color over the area. The complex seems to be floating on the ocean, but it is connected at one end to land, which is a South American country, very poorly made and just overall impoverished. So, we are walking around, between and around this completely silent frames of shantyhouses. My brother explains to us that nasty stuff goes down here, like druggies meeting, weird experiments in underground drug labs, crazy hobos who shoot people, basically making it terrifying. Suddenly, we happen upon a house frame that has four walls and a roof, and we go inside. The floors are wooden, unlike the concrete floors of the others. There is tables upon tables, holding glowing green tubes and tanks of what we believed to be drug lab items. Then we turn, and there is stairs, leading downwards, to these large cages, filled with rowdy creatures. We observe them to be large brown, furry gorillas, who have the heads of monstrous and evil elves from Harry Potter. But they are friendly. They run at us, hug us, they love us. And for some reason, we like them too. Then, we escape the quiet, evil, small, and empty complex, and as we drive away, we see a large tank drive into the area, donning a Nazi flag. I ask Nick, "Were those Neo-Nazis?", and he says, "Yes."
Analysis:
-I played a video game recently with favelas and poor towns like that in it.
-I recently came into contact with a lost dog with Nick, who followed us.
-Recently watched a show about drug cartels and violence involving them.
-Recently watched show(yesterday) about drug addicts.
-Recently read a part in Harry Potter DH where they talk to a goblin.
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