Dreams 911

I was working in a gas station a male guest came in harassing me he got violent and pulled out a box cutter to stab me I started screaming he then shot the store owner in the head and then walked out the store. I called 911 and my dad was the operator

I had a dream that I was doing dishes and I heard a scream from my daughter’s room she is 11 with special needs so I go to run to her room and she had her pink and purple leotard on and had one leg over the window she had pushed the screen out on accident and was trying to get it. I ran in and tried not to be startled and she fell I ran down the stairs and screamed someone call 911. I couldn’t wake myself up. So I am down there and I take my shirt off and tell people not to move her and the paramedics came she was alive but part of her spine broke through her back, and she had a gash on her head and needed a bunch of surgery. I layed in the gurny with her face down on me and I was crying and I couldn’t wake myself up I was pacing in the waiting room and the dr came out and said everything went well but I kept going back to her falling and I couldn’t wake up finally I woke up ran to her room and just kissed her and hugged her I couldn’t go back to sleep. I was freaking out and still am. It was so real. After I was able to wake up I kept trying to fall back to sleep and kept going back to her falling over and over again.

I was in my house looking out the back door. There was an amazing sight. I ran and grabbed my phone to take a picture but it couldn't take a wide enough picture. So I recorded a video instead. There was a gathering storm to the west. And suddenly a couple of my right neighbor's trees caught on fire. It looked like the fire would spread to the garage. I called 911. An immigrant I couldn't understand answered. I couldn't understand what he said so I just told him to send a firetruck to my place. I hung up and yelled GODDAMN IMPORTS. Then the rain arrived and it was super weird. It rained everywhere except our house. There was a clear barrier of rain. The tip of a pine tree next to the house didn't receive rain so there was a clear oval demarcation where the tree didn't receive rain. Then suddenly there was this sort of stable moving slowly toward the house. Like the ground was moving. My mom set fire to part of the garage before that. Arson

The dream started at my house. My brother and I were home alone. Then these black vans surrounded our house. I remember being told to "watch out for black vans." I try to get my brother up, saying we have to hide, but he didn't believe me. As one of them walked up to the house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sometimes we leave our front door open for fresh air. After I did that, they left us alone for a while, but they were still watching us, watching our every move. I tried to call my mom, or 911, but I guess the men did something to our service too. So we hid and waited. Then I got the bright idea (why, dream me, why) of trying to run to the neighbors house and ask for help. My brother and I took the back door out, but the men were still encircled around the house. They got a hold of me, my brother escaped. They took me to this abandoned, overpopulated house that was in terrible shape. It was in the middle of downtown San Diego, I'm surprised no one saw it. By overpopulated I mean it was filled with other kids I knew, who were also all abducted. We were allowed to roam freely around the house, we just had two unofficial rules to live by. 1: Don't try to escape. 2: DON'T anger The King. We also had these weird tracker collars. They would send signals to The King, and he'd send his little men in black vans to go and kill us, and the black van men were everywhere in the outside world. Who is The King? He's the head honcho, the big kahuna of that house. No one knows who he is, or his motives. In fact, no one knew why we were taken here. Nothing bad was happening (yet), but we knew something sinister was brewing underneath. We were scared shitless. One day, The King revealed himself. He was a short, squatty man, but had the face of a sour lemon. He had a sword tucked in its sheath in his belt loop. He didn't announce him as The King, we just all kind of figured, since he looked way way older than the rest of us. He would just walk around the house, as if he was on patrol. If he didn't like the way you look, he'd kill you. If you attempted to kill him (many did), he'd make sure you die the most brutal death. He was terrifying. I avoided him at all costs. What I saw from him was unfathomable. A transgender boy was having a mental breakdown and wasn't in the right mind. He confronted The King, pleading on his knees that he'd let him go. The King looked down at the boy. "You want to be a boy right?" The kid looked up, a little taken back by this comment. "What does that have to do with anything!?" The kid responded with, getting more frustrated and angry. "I'll help you pass better as a boy." The King grabbed him by his fluffy, pretty-long-for-a-boy hair, and scalped him with his sword. Like, he cut off his hair, and scalp, so all you could see was his brain. He fell over dead. The King did all of this with such a deadpan face. He turned to the boy's body, spat on it, and muttered, "Tranny pig." Everyone watching, and there was a lot of them, turned away once The King turned to walk away. This man was a monster. I saw a lot of kids I knew there, who were from school, dance, the neighborhood, etc. I saw a girl I knew from school and cheer leading on the verge of death, anothr cheerleading classmate, who was also her best friend, cradling her, crying. The King shot the dying one in the thigh, because she tried to escape, leaving her to die slowly. It was pretty merciful, compared to the other methods of punishment. This broke my heart. The two most popular and joyous girls I knew were at utmost despair. Throughout the dream, I could only think about my parents and my brother. Flash forward to another day, I'm walking around the house, like usual, with the rest of the "herd" of abducted children, and I meet up with that one girl who was cradling and crying over her dying best friend. We talked a little, she's very damaged because of what happened to her best friend. She tells me we need to escape. That her friend's death cannot be in vain. I'm very reluctant, but I'm pretty fast on my feet. I agree. We climb over the wall, and run a couple meters from the house. I look back, and I understand why no one sees the kids, or anything that's occurring in that house. There's some sort of protection field that makes it still look like its abandoned from the outside. The sirens go off. Green lazor lights are everywhere. Those represent the locations of the Black Van Men. We make it as far as the freeway. We try to remove the collars but we can't. Then I wake up.

Me, my husband and my ddaughter were on vacation somewhere and by our hotel we see a car that got into an accident. There was no damage to the car , but all the things that were inside of the car were now on the ground. Everywhere. The trunk and some doors were open. There was a driver and a passenger sitting motionless in the car. They looked dead. But they weren't. One other bystander was there at the scene calling 911. The paramedics showed up and the hotel turned into a hospital with a bed. They put them on a stretcher and put them in the back of the ambulance.