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I had a dream that Morpheus, the King do dreams, told me that I was one of the warriors who had to protect the world from an evil nightmare. I saw many other people, including someone I hate on the team. I told them I didn't believe this nonsense. One of the king's enemies came to me and told me I could help them fight the king. I decided that would be fun. So I've been helping the nightmares get stronger. The evil lord gave me dark powers. I felt strong and in control. The others are afraid and hate me, but I feel invigorated.

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.

I often dream vivid dreams. Last night I was swimming in the ocean, alone, far from shore but with it still in sight. In the distance, a jet came into view. The closer it came to me, the more I could see that it was going to crash. Out of control, the jet ambled towards me. I had nowhere to go, no way to escape. I felt certain it was going to attempt a water landing with me in its path. I was left only to pray, and watch. It came closer and closer. Flying low, I dove underwater as it approached, fighting to go deeper. The plane squealed loudly as it skimmed the surface of the water above me. I could look up and see its belly scratching and clawing the surface above. The sound was deafening, a collective terrorizing shout of fear of the hundreds of nameless faces inside I could not see. As the plane skid past me, and with my lungs empty and crying for air, I fought with every muscle in my body aching to break back to the top and breathe again. I made it just in time, looking over my shoulder with weak but effusive pants just in time to see the plane bellow into the giant beachside hotel buildings, destroying them on impact with a deafening blow that echoed for miles. The anticipated explosion followed. I spent the next few minutes back underwater hiding and looking up as debris fell and tattered my surroundings forming a blanket that sought to drown me. Treading water moments later, the once peaceful ocean was littered and trashed with fiery scraps of metal, junk and torn body parts. I rescued a drowning boy and his sister. They were maybe five. Twins. Crawling onto the beach with the boy and the girl on my back, wringing to my neck, I laid them down. They were alive, whoever they were. I woke up.

My dream started out with me being at a reunion. A friend of mine that wasn't from my class was there too. We are all Danish but decided to watch a show on tv in Swedish so that he could understand too, since he is Swedish, but for some reason it was Norwegian and taking place in Norway. In the tv show they were on a beach and there was a big explosion, this was a reality show so it was something that had happened a week ago in the dream and I had experienced it myself. It was a volcano erupting but it looked like a nuclear bomb explosion. When I experienced it in the dream (all of this was memory I had in the dream) it had been small waves, since I was at the beach, but I could see the explosion in the horizon. All of a sudden I am not at the reunion anymore, but I am going to Norway with a friend from my old class, Nikole. She and I are suddenly at the beach from the tv show. We are dipping our toes when suddenly I see a big explosion in the horizon again and I just know that it is the volcano eruption. It seems even bigger this time and the waves came towards us. We start trying to get up to the shore but it is quite difficult and for a while Nikole dissappears under the water but I eventually find her up on the shore, rather shaken. The waves are getting still and we decide to go back in. But when we are back in the water the waves gets even worse, this time we are fighting for our lives, the waves kept pushing us back and it was difficult breathing since I had my head under the most of the time, but after a lot of fighting I finally get up. I was lucky since I had gotten no water in my mouth, Nikole wasnt as lucky, but we are both alive and good. And it didn't feel like we were going to die at any point. We get home and we inform my dad of what had happened and where in Norway it was (on a site note I have a bad relationsship with my dad so I don't know why we told him). All of a sudden we are back on the beach but with my dad and some other random people this time. We are standing further up under a half roof and looking out at the ocean when suddenly we hear alarms as if there is a war. We then see a helicopter and it drops a bomb. The bomb is headed straight towards us and it lands right behind my dad. At this moment we all realise that we are going to die, and that we have no control over our own life. In a desperate attempt I jump under a bench but nothing happens, the bomb doesn't explode and we're just waiting for our death. I am pretty sure we start running at this bomb, still knowing that it could explode at any given moment... and then I wake up.

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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