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I was in a dark tube lying down and I was ment to be dead but I was conscious. I my dream when people died they cut cut into small pieces and that was normal. But will this was happening I was fully aware and not under anesthesia. However I did not notice them taking my left leg off or parts of my stumach had been taken out as well as half of my brain. Which at that point I stopped talking to the people doing this and was like what the hell half of my brain is gone I then remarked 'I should be dead!' the woman the took the remaining brain from my head and put a whole new one in then she was going to take my lother eg off which I was very scared about she gave me a ipad to play games on but I was still terrified and wouldn't let them touch my leg after me refusing for a bit I suggested that they should give me anesthesia and be over with it without me knowing I then woke up

Hello, my name is Ava and I'm 15. Last night I had a dream where m dad and sister were in a car accident and my 11 year old sister died. And for some reason in the dream I went to this place where there were like a bunch of nuns and then for some reason m best friend was there. It was a pretty weird and scary dream. There were probably other things from the dream, but I don't really remember them. And in the dream I felt broken and detached from everyone else. What does this mean?

My dream begins with My dad, his wife and my two half sisters driving home from a family get together in the country. It was well after dark and the girls were fussy and over tired. We saw out the window a small but unfamilliar church as we drove down one of the historical roads with the overarching oak trees (you know , the kind of streets you aren’t allowed to build on or develop?) . From the car we could see the lights in the church were on and people were inhabiting it despite It being late. Dad call from the driver seat , “ hey, Maybe we should go pay them a visit” and I was like “no dad, It’s 11 o’clock at night. Plus, you cant just invite yourself into a church function that’s weird and impolite. “ You just don’t want to go say hi because you think christians are weird” I stopped arguing as we pulled into the empty parking lot ( where were the attendees parking?) . So walked into the church and said hello . The people there were all plump and friendly, and they greeted us as if they expected our company. There was a girl my age wearing a purple sweater that matched the brackets of her braces who wouldn’t stop asking me were I wanted to go to college. The mood changed from jolly to forboding as we decided to leave. The people we met in the church followed us to our car urging us to stay . As we drove home I saw the same church front appear in different places on the route home. Everything seemingly returned to the status quo as we ended our trip and got settled in at home. All the while I was obsessing about the bizarre church and the even stranger people within it . who were they ? Where were their cars? Why were they at church in the middle of the night, in the first place? The next day in chemistry I was telling a friend ( a kid in my chemistry class that I actually can’t stand) about the mysterious encounter and my plan to return the following night. he was like “ whoa , that’s spooky, Don’t go!” and I was like “ I’m definitely going” He said “well, in that case , I’m coming with you” So, we drove out to where the church was passing a few identical churches on the way. We went back to the original site of the church and entered. Its patrons hadn’t left . When we enter they all came at us trying to restrain us. Before they were upon us I tried to reopen the door and escape. I had locked automatically. Then just when the situation seemed most dire, my friend pulled out a pocket knife , and broke a window through which we escaped and sped away in my car. The Church building followed us , popping up sporadically on streets that had been empty before.

My family was inside the house, while my boyfriend and I waited for a car to pick us up. There was a man that walked up the street, I said hello to him and he went right passed me. He started walking slower and then turned around to hit my (unknown) friend over the head. I tried to warn her to look up, but she didn't hear me in time if at all. We began to run and all the sudden there was a woman standing up the street spraying windex at me, trying to kill me. She was wearing Amish clothing. There were a couple of more women at the top of the street spaying a water hose at us. I screamed as loud as I could for my mother and no one came. I kept looking at the door as I ran waiting to be saved.

I was in a dark tube lying down and I was ment to be dead but I was conscious. I my dream when people died they cut into small pieces and that was normal. But while this was happening I was fully aware and not under anesthesia. However I did not notice them taking my left leg off or parts of my stumach had been taken out as well as half of my brain. Which at that point I stopped talking to the people doing this and was like what the hell half of my brain is gone I then remarked 'I should be dead!' the woman the took the remaining brain from my head and put a whole new one in then she was going to take my lother eg off which I was very scared about she gave me a ipad to play games on but I was still terrified and wouldn't let them touch my leg after me refusing for a bit I suggested that they should give me anesthesia and be over with it without me knowing I then woke up

I was at my Grandparent's house and heard music coming from outside. I couldn't figure out where the music was coming from, so my sister and I went outside to see. It was coming from my Grandparent's garage. The garage doors were open but the lights were off and we couldn't see anything or anyone inside. All of a sudden, a squirrel ran out and several forest animals followed. I ran back inside and when I opened the front door a soldier was standing to my right. I could see through him. I said hello and he kept facing forward. I closed the door and turned around and saw my Grandfather standing there. He was smiling at me. His skin was wrinkleless and he looked young. He didn't move his mouth when he spoke, but I could hear him. He told me how much he loved me and missed me. He told me how proud he was of me.

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