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I was with my friends they were chinese,we were at a lake side.Suddenly a force pulled me from the shore,over the water towards the middle of the water body and as it pulled me i cried out for help.My friend then stretched out her hand which i got hold of and pulled me back to shore.After she began to move toward the water body,we then pulled her back and run for our lives.When we told people a who were around what happened they didn`t believe us.We then run through a muram path bordered by green bushes.We run holding banches of bananas in our hands.

I was in a forest in the fall. All the leaves were gold and red. At the entrance to a pathway in the forest there was a huge dream catcher made out of wood. The dreamcatcher was beautiful and I knew it meant what lay ahead was a magical and mystical, perhaps dangerous, road. There were three steps of a kind of elaborate decoration. I knew by stepping in these steps I was opening myself up to magic and the mystical road ahead. I was worried my sheikh might be upset with me for stepping in these footsteps. I went on the path and started walking. I met some native americans walking toward me wearing bearskin outfits and chanting incantations. I became worried the incantations might effect me and started saying, "I take refuge in Allah from the accursed Satan," and "In the name of Allah, the Merciful, the Compassionate".

The last part I remember was jumping/flying off a cliff with someone after a disagreement... and it was fine... then I started losing altitude.. ya know, getting closer to the ground... I made a comment about it and all the sudden the air picked me up and I was all like "yay" then all of the sudden after picking up a lot of air, then I started accelerating down towards the water.. I crashed straight down.. I was worried because the area looked shallow with what I thought were rocks... I didn't hit any.. but once I hit the water I woke up

The last part I remember was jumping/flying off a cliff with someone after a disagreement... and it was fine... then I started losing air.. ya know getting closer to the ground... I made a comment about it and all the sudden the air picked me up and I was all like "yay" then all of the sudden after picking up a lot of air, then I started accelerating back towards the water.. I crashed straight down.. I was worried because the area looked shallow with what I thought were rocks... I didn't hit any.. but once I hit the water I woke up

The last part I remember was jumping/flying off a cliff with someone after a disagreement... and it was fine... then I started losing altitude.. ya know getting closer to the ground... I made a comment about it and all the sudden the air picked me up and I was all like "yay" then all of the sudden after picking up a lot of air, then I started accelerating back towards the water.. I crashed straight down.. I was worried because the area looked shallow with what I thought were rocks... I didn't hit any.. but once I hit the water I woke up

I'm with my mother in my old apartment and we are having a chat in her bedroom. I go to the living which is dark except for a Christmas that is lit in the corner of the room. I sit in a comfy arm chair and in front of me is the corpse of my dead father lying as he did in his coffin but on a chaise lounge. I'm singing to him, a song I can't remember, and then I see the top half of his body slide off the chaise and onto the floor. I scream but I have no voice. My mother comes running in and she pushes me out of the living room and into the kitchen. She then goes back and repositions my father on the lounge. As she walks towards me I can see that my father is trying to move and flip flops on to his stomach sliding off the chaise and back onto the floor. We run into the living room and my mother tells me to grab a pen and to ram it under the backside of his skull to render him dead again. I do so, but it doesn't work. There's a table in the middle of the room that I run around to the other side of and there my father raises his upper body up like a walrus. My mother hands me a pair of huge scissors and tells me to cut off his head. I go to do just that but I stop when I saw the look on my father's face. He looks scared and confused. Very much lost. His eyes are black but that's because the eye caps they put in when he was being prepared for burial where dark. Part of it was popping out. I wake up yelling and was very scared to go back to sleep.

I was at my former primary school with my primary school friend.We were in senior six again.We were happy together.So she asked me to escote her so that she can get her property.We walked on the balcony talking and smiling then from the balcony we moved towards her suitcase that was lying on green grass.I went then before to pick the suitcase and as i proceede i stepped n a paper then i stopped and picked it up and checked in it and there were notes of money.So i showed it to her then kept it.She then opened her suitcase removed some clothes from it then left it open i then closed it but it was partly broken.We then left that place.

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