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I have to go into a cave where I know there are going to be loads of bats. I am terrified but I am forced to go in anyway. When I am in there the bats fly at me and I am screaming and flailing at the bats. Eventually one of the bats lands in my hand. I examine the bat carefully and I am not afraid anymore. I come out of the cave still carrying the bat that landed in my hand. I look at the bat and I am thinking that the bats were nothing to be afraid of and this one is really quite cute. I open my hand and the bat flys back to the cave.

I dreamed that I was watching myself and my girlfriend sleep in my bedroom. The door was locked as it always is. For some reason I saw myself wake up after flowers just happened to die and fall onto my bed. As that happened, something knocked on my bedroom door. I saw myself arise out of bed and go to the door and asked who it was. There was no answer but the door was flung open and a dark figure came in and beat me til I lay motionless on the ground. I watched myself get beat up and defenseless and saw the figure take my crying girlfriend out of the room. I woke up screaming.

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.

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