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Rubbing my head, I sat up. Squinting my eyes, trying to get rid of the blurriness, I tried to stand up. Dust was blowing in my face up from the floor and through the gaps in the poorly mended wooden walls. Trying to keep my balance, I walked towards the big, oak doors still rubbing my head in pain. Eerily, strobe lights, greens, reds, yellows, and blues were flashing and blinding me. What were they coming from? Jess my border collie was barking so loud. All the tools that were hanging up were clanging together and rattling, even the walls and the roof of my barn were shaking. It sounded really windy and as if there was a huge fan blowing everything around. My head was hurting so bad and as I looked at my hand I seen dark blood, which must have been coming from the gash in my head when I fell over...