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I had ended up on an island somehow, and there was no way I could see off of this island, and I could not see any land for a long ways. There were other people on this island. They had a leader, who seemed to me to be evil, although everyone happily did what he said. I felt some sort of connection to him, although never meeting him face to face in this dream. The people on the island walked out onto a sort-of bridge. They went single-file, taking one step at a time, all at the exact same time. They would do this until they went insane, at which point they would fall to the side, into the water, where they would drown and meet their death. I was afraid and ran from this, hoping to find some way off of the island. That's when the dream ended and I woke up.

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I was at a place like the mall at the riverwalk in san antonio- only it wasnt there exactly. Jennifer was going to come to one of my big italian family dinners with me for her birthday later in the day. And then I went down this escalator into the water which had a very strong current. I started swimming, not like a human but more like an otter or beaver. When I surfaced, the current was still strong but there were people around me. This tall blonde guy pulled me up onto his kickboard with him. He was funny and we started talking. His name was John Wayne. I stayed in the water with him for a really long time before realizing that I had to get out and get jennifer to get to dinner so we parted ways and even though I didnt think it was right because of matt, I gave him my number. It took me 4 tries to write it out right but it finally happened. I got out of the water and was at this weird insane asylum on a hill people were outside and stuff everywhere. I knew my car was in one of the parking lots and while I was going to try to find it, I checked two that looked like it but werent it, this crazy guy came and started tearing at my clothes I curled into the fetal position and then all of the sudden the pulling and tearing stopped and I looked up and it was John Wayne and he had protected me He helped me find my car and begged me not to leave but I had to. And before I went he kissed me. And I could really feel the kiss. It wasnt like any that Ive had in real life- which threw me off-- so when I got into my car, it instead was a ship set up. A land ship And I started trying to pilot my land ship, but the pillow I had to use as the steering wheel didnt have any rotation buttons. I started careening down the highway in this ship, not able to steer. A toll booth was coming up. I missed one collision and somehow dodged through the booth with my body weight as a directive force instead of the steering mechanism I found jennifer on a hill and started to walk down the hill with her towards where family dinner was going to be, leaves were falling all around. And my heart was breaking because of the thought of john wayne and knowing what impact meeting him had on me

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I left college, and I was being bullied by a teenager guy. He was making me feel like crap, and I was anxious about him. I seen him outside of college by my car, and I tried to avoid him. I managed to avoid contact with him, and went to my car. But, there was a woman and her husband in my car claiming that they owned the car. I instantly knew this must have been the work of the bully. I tried to convince her that it was my car, but she didn't believe me, and wanted to discuss this with my family after. I drove back home, but instead drove to a fairground. I left the car there, and rushed home to explain what had happened at college to my family. By the time my Dad and I returned to the car, it had vanished and we explored the fairground. We found out the car was put up as a prize for an insanely hard to win fairground attraction. I remember seeing the bully at the fairground, and he was also attempting to win my car. In the end, we failed to win back the car.

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I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.

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I had a dream of 2 twin brothers one who was trying to protect me the other who was mentally insane and wanted to kill me he locked up in my grandmothers cellar but nobody knew he even existed there. The unstable one was able to mentally connect with me and i had a drag to go to the cellar. every time someone knocked on the door and i went to check who it was through the door hole, all i saw was this one eye staring back at me. I went to the cellar and it is if he was trying to tell me some code or a bunch of numbers i missed half but 69 and 72 kept recurring.

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