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My dream started with a competition where 12 girls would be chosen to be part of a TV show. After We we're picked we flew out of the country to India. Where the host of the TV show took all our money and held us hostage. However, she explained that this was part of the TV show. She said we we're all going to die, but in different ways. She killed one girl by throwing her off a cliff, but then went back to name sure she was dear because she had to make sure they suffered. The host was abused when she was little and wanted to inflict paint on others. Throughout the dreams she takes us strawberry picking and through mountains filled with snow. Her helpers to calm us down and to prevent us from screaming they drop tablets of Molly. We take them and I think it was a way to control us. Sometimes they set us loose on a mountain and we had to find our way back to them through all the snow.

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My boyfriend Nick, a co worker and myself are being held hostage by an unknown male. We are at my parents house, alone. He seems to be mentally challenged, gets frustrated and yells orders at us. In my dads garage he has my boyfriend In a chair and has me typing out a kind of list of demands or something on the computer, I'm not sure. As I cry, I explain that my dad will be VERY angry at us for being in his garage when he gets home. The unknown bad guy laughs and says he'll get him drunk or use this, and motions at a knife in is pocket. Nervously I sit down on Nicks lap and keep typing but Nick is slowly backing us up towards the door. The attacker notices this and reaches for a cable to tie us up. I cry and ask him not to. Suddenly, we are in a different part of the house with the same chair. As the bad guy gives me orders, I motion to Nick to run for the back door, he does very quickly. As the attacker runs after him I scream for my co worker to follow me into my old bedroom and try to lock the door, but the attacker is much stronger and forces his way into the room. I beg him not to hurt us and he knocks us onto the floor. With 2 ball point pens he starts stabbing at my legs and saying "I'm gonna kill you both!" When he motions towards my co worker I scream, "please, I'll do anything!" He reaches into his pocket and grabs a handful of permanent markers. He starts writing obscene things up and down my legs. He lifts my shirt and writes "I love sex" on my stomach. Before he can actually touch me, Nick is back in the room kicking him off of me! The rest is blurry but the bad guy was gone and my co worker unscathed except for one pen mark. I climb onto what is my old bed and everyone seems fine except me. I'm uncontrollably crying. When my parents get home they don't even offer a hug. I tell my mom what he tried to do and she starts recounting stories from when I was younger saying "you've always been sexual"! Only my older brother Dustin, who I haven't seen in 3 years holds me and tells me it's ok. And it's not until my mom sees me shaking and crying and lifting my pant legs to show her, that she realizes how very real and scary it all was for me. Then I woke up.

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I had a dream that I was shopping with my boyfriend and my mom, and that all of a sudden my mom started making fun of me and somehow convinced my boyfriend to start being a complete ass to me. We got in the car and he just seemed so out of it and not himself I started crying asking what type of drug she had given him and he said "nothing I don't like" we got back to our house and they kept being mean, I told my boyfriend if he said one more mean thing I would walk away and that was it. So he did, and I walked away and at the same time threw something at my moms face. As I was walking away the property next to ours got bombed and the nazi's took over and held everyone hostage. I ran back to find my mom and boyfriend but only found my mom. When I did we were put in a room to play games with one of the nazis. then i woke up

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I dream my boyfriend and I was with my two step kids we stop in this place where I didn't know why we were there this man look over in inside the car he went to reach out for the kids a complete stranger so right before he was gonna get them I grab and ran as fast as I can to get my boyfriend he was in a room I couldn't fine it was then when I look around I was in a tattoo place but they was rooms with hostage I was scared I ran back to get the kids they already had grab them making them cry saying thing so I ran again I made it to I room where this family was trying to call the 911 someone hit her so I grab the phone and I completely frost where my nerves couldn't let me speak and then I woke from my dream.

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Okay so in my dream, i was driving somewhere with my family and then we stopped at a hotel (i think) and this obviously had powerful meanings to me as my family were all looking at me and i felt upset and tearful. Despite this i found myself inside walking down the corridor by myself when i passed a woman who i seemed to recognize and she stopped and came back to me and turned around a picture in her hand that showed a picture of a baby, which made me exclaim and then start to cry. When i looked up she held a baby/toddler who was i think about one and a half, the baby was a girl who had a small amount of very ginger hair on her head and really big blue eyes (like myself.) i was bawling my eyes out and this baby was staring at me with her amazing eyes. I knew that she was my daughter and that i had given birth to her when i was too young to take care of her and that's why she was with this woman. The woman then had no baby but beckoned me down the corridor and through some double doors into a big hall with a stage at the front the woman wasn't in front of me anymore but a small girl who had long red hair down to her waist which was tucked into her jacket and peaked out at the bottom, when i asked her to take it out she did, although i don't remember her voice or her face. i followed her up to the front where two teenagers were standing on the stage watching me, the girl had red hair which was a little way past her shoulders and the boy had black hair which was curly on top but less at the sides, they smiled at me and i was crying again, i knew that they were my children, and the boy looked about 14 and the girl about 13. I asked them how old they were and the boy said "we're teenagers now" and then the hall was filled with people and my daughter shouted out to them something about how i was always going to be their mother and that she loved me so much. I was still crying and my family were there too and my children kept smiling at me like they were so happy to see me.

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The dream did not begin with the promise of horror; I was in a college auditorium surrounded by a few fellow students and we were preparing to watch a documentary by the gentleman on stage. Initially, the general conception among the crowd was that he was depressed and that the documentary he had to show us would be about his depression; this was not the case. When the film began to play, we quickly learned that it was filmed by his father. “Dad, come here there’s something you need to see!” But it’s dark, what is there to possibly see in the dark? Suddenly, I no longer feel as though I’m sitting down watching this scenario play out on film; I am the father, following my son around with this video camera gearing to see whatever he has planned for me. I step into the light and it is here where my dream becomes a nightmare. All around are bodies that have been destroyed; from the few I dare to look at I can see a girl with no eyes and a gashed leg and a myriad of dead men. The horror does not stop here, in the dream my son takes me from room to room showing me more dead bodies; he has killed them all for me. Then I am surrounded by more darkness, but this is a good darkness. It is the darkness of my room and my nightmare was over.

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