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I was locked in a school with my friends. We were separated and given cellphones, but whenever I tried to call somebody, a creepy voice would answer me instead. It told me that it could see everything I did and knew what I was thinking. I knew my friends were dying because they weren't following the orders, but I don't know how I knew this. I tried to escape, but the voice followed me everywhere and I felt the sensation of being chased by someone. The face I thought of when I heard the voice was horrifying and ugly. Then my dream switched to a forest full of mist, where an investigator was conducting an investigation. A little girl in a white dress came up to him. He asked her if she knew what happened to the dead man. She nodded and pulled on a roll of toilet paper, until a bloody square came out with a scene printed on it. Her eyes were shut but obviously brimming with blood, so she wiped them on the toilet paper, and when she moved it the blood got all over the side of her dress. Then she ran away into the distance, her face contorting into an evil expression. The camera pans back to the investigator, who has been replaced by a solemn ring of people. It appears to be a wedding, and the camera peers over the shoulder of the bride, looking for someone (perhaps the groom) who never appears.

As i woke up on the porch of a run down 2 story ruggedy shack i quickly realized i have had this dream before. i quickly walked into the house and darted up the stairs. i saw a huge hole in the side of the house and looked out. While i was looking out i heard a teeth rattling soul shaking roar of a dinosaur. i knew from my previous dream it was a t-rex type dinosaur but not a t-rex. I crouched in the corner of the second floor so that as the dinosaur looked in he could not see me. He soon left the area and i heard a person yelling and i quickly ran to them and said “stop that yelling he knows everything that goes on. EVERYTHING.” the person quickly agreed to follow me. we went into the house again and i quickly remembered there was a landing through the other side of this jungle. we left the house and started to run for the tree line. right after we entered the tree line we heard that iconic roar only the dinosaur could make. we looked around and saw foliage and a log which we hid under. The dinosaur walked by to investigate and did not see us so he left again. we got up and kept running in the same direction we saw where the tree line broke and right before we crossed it i stopped us just short and i said “wait he knows when we cross this line he will be here in a heartbeat”. we then saw that there is another tree line just 30 yards from the one we were at so we sprinted for our lives. we heard the roar just as we got half way across the clearing. he came to the tree line and clearly saw us but he stopped like he wasn't able to leave that jungle. we crossed into the other jungle and i stopped dead in my tracks to see automated electronic sensors in this swampy water that would pop up and electrocute us if we entered the water. i soon realized that i was being hunted for some reason that which is unknown to me. i asked my partner what we should do so we went back to the clearing and saw that it continued into a field and we heard the dinosaurs roar. i soon had to wake up for school and the dream ended.

The setting of this dream took place at four-year University in the student gift shop. Teachers and students were nonchalantly conversing in the shop, like they would on an average day. Mr. Roopchand happened to be one of the teachers conversing in the shop, amongst other teachers. The place where the teachers were discussing “teacher things” was by the clothing rack on a blue polka-doted carpet. All of a sudden, thin, thorn-covered vines began slithering across the carpet toward the teachers. The teachers remained unaware of the vines, and continued their conversations. The vines made its way to the oblivious teachers and crept up their bodies until it reached their thick necks. It wrapped itself, repeatedly around each teacher’s neck that was standing on the carpet, and began to strangle them. The teachers had no chance. Before they could even begin to fathom what was happening, they took their last breath. Although they did not fall to the ground after being strangled to death, as most would expect, they stood in place, as if they were statues. As I stood on the tile floor in utter and complete disbelief, I noticed a correlation between the teachers who were talking on the carpet, and the students who were conversing on the tile floor across the room. I came to a random conclusion that speaking while on the carpet causes vines to appear and strangle the person committing the innocent act. I have absolutely no idea where my conclusion stemmed from. I rushed over to the students to warn them about the absurd and horrific event that just occurred. I told them word for word what happened to the unfortunate teachers, and begged them not to speak while on any type of carpet (good thing only half of the store was covered in carpet, and the rest in tile). The students walked out in oblivion and silence; even though they were stepping on tile. They took no risk. As the students and I walked out of the gift shop, a female student completely disregarded my warning and held a conversation while sitting on the grass under a shaded oak tree, cackling away. I whispered under my breath. "I hope she get's choked by a vine", unexpectedly, a vine appeared, the same thorn-covered vine that strangled the unaware teachers. It wrapped around the cackling student's neck, as it did the teachers prior, and strangled her as she attempted to grasp the last breath of air she would ever take. I grew a strong sense of remorse and sorrow for the unfortunate student whom had no sense of obedience when given instructions. There was an unusual feeling in my stomach. I do not remember stating that one could not speak while on the grass. I shook my head in confusion and mumbled to myself "I thought it was just carpet." As those exact words escaped from my mouth, I slipped off of the sidewalk into the grass for a split second, then regained my proper place back onto the concreted path. As I proceeded to stroll down the sidewalk, I quickly became aware of the thorn-covered veins that attempted to slither up my left leg, up towards my neck region. It tangled itself around my neck and began to squeeze tightly. In a panic, I aggressively attempted to remove the vines from my neck to spare my life. Shockingly, the vines detached itself from my neck with ease. I was is in a state of absolute oblivion. All they had to do was rip them off with their bare hands? I refused to believe that it was that easy. I sprinted home to clear my mind and figure out this situation. I ran into my backyard, only to find that my mother and brother were in the process of removing all of the grass in our back yard, leaving only dirt. "News must travel fast" I stated jokingly. I asked why they had done such and extreme, but clever, deed. They responded, "Not taking any chances." We laughed, and Kristina came outside in the backyard with us to join the conversation. As Kristina was talking, she slipped in a small patch of grass that my mother and brother forgot to remove; Just as I had did earlier that day. Again the vines appeared to collect their next victim. They placed themselves around Kristina's neck and began to strangle her. I screamed in fear " Nina, rip them off with your hands. Hurry up!" She followed my instructions, and frantically tugged at the vines; but they were not releasing her neck. I blurted that she should try getting off of the grass and run on the concrete to see if the vines would remove themselves from her throat. She ran like a maniac down the street, trying her best to remove the stubborn vines. As Kristina ran down the street, a black truck that I was familiar with drove slowly passed my house. In the truck was Mrs. Lisa, a neighbor of mine whom I gave the title of my "second mom", who also passed away last year November. She glanced at me, and then drove off.

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