Dreams scar

I had a positive pregnancy test and was so excited. About an hour later I started poring with blood and my fiancé took me to the hospital where I Had a miscarriage. A horrible nurse looked at me while I was holding my tiny baby and said 'it's just your baby it's DEAD'. She took my baby away and a different nurse took my baby off the other nurse and brought my baby back to me in a little box with fabric in and my fiancé and I just cried while the nurse sat beside me.

It was in the early morning in a rural area and i was at someone's house and I wanted to leave. I was told to go a certain way and then would end up back at the house. They was a guy abd a girl that lived in the house. They were playing a nasty game with me not letting me find a way out of the place. I kept seeling my car but then I wouldn't have the key so I had to go back and I tried thinking of ways to leave, and finally, even though I was really scared, I did.

I was dreaming I was laying in the grass at night and a snake slithered over my stomach I tried to not be scared it knew it was crawling over it felt my body heat it reared up as if to warn me but it attacked I threw my hand up to grab it resulting in it biting the top of my right hand but I had a grip in it as well. Out of anger i squeezed it and killed it. Feeling pain in my hand and pulling it's jaws off my hand I see the fang holes.the pain was very bad.

Dreamt i was marrying someone i didnt know. Groom was small and wiley with nice crinkly eyes. I am at the venue watching his guests arrive he has a big family. I notice a small blonde, evil looking girl and worry that she will cause trouble. I am scared and avoiding people and am panicking about being a runaway bride. Eventually i turn a corner and see my serious quiet friends they will help me escape. Later my eldest sister tells me he talked about me all night defended me to his friends and says i was a forever love. I feel regret. When i wake i cry.

The dream started at my house. My brother and I were home alone. Then these black vans surrounded our house. I remember being told to "watch out for black vans." I try to get my brother up, saying we have to hide, but he didn't believe me. As one of them walked up to the house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sometimes we leave our front door open for fresh air. After I did that, they left us alone for a while, but they were still watching us, watching our every move. I tried to call my mom, or 911, but I guess the men did something to our service too. So we hid and waited. Then I got the bright idea (why, dream me, why) of trying to run to the neighbors house and ask for help. My brother and I took the back door out, but the men were still encircled around the house. They got a hold of me, my brother escaped. They took me to this abandoned, overpopulated house that was in terrible shape. It was in the middle of downtown San Diego, I'm surprised no one saw it. By overpopulated I mean it was filled with other kids I knew, who were also all abducted. We were allowed to roam freely around the house, we just had two unofficial rules to live by. 1: Don't try to escape. 2: DON'T anger The King. We also had these weird tracker collars. They would send signals to The King, and he'd send his little men in black vans to go and kill us, and the black van men were everywhere in the outside world. Who is The King? He's the head honcho, the big kahuna of that house. No one knows who he is, or his motives. In fact, no one knew why we were taken here. Nothing bad was happening (yet), but we knew something sinister was brewing underneath. We were scared shitless. One day, The King revealed himself. He was a short, squatty man, but had the face of a sour lemon. He had a sword tucked in its sheath in his belt loop. He didn't announce him as The King, we just all kind of figured, since he looked way way older than the rest of us. He would just walk around the house, as if he was on patrol. If he didn't like the way you look, he'd kill you. If you attempted to kill him (many did), he'd make sure you die the most brutal death. He was terrifying. I avoided him at all costs. What I saw from him was unfathomable. A transgender boy was having a mental breakdown and wasn't in the right mind. He confronted The King, pleading on his knees that he'd let him go. The King looked down at the boy. "You want to be a boy right?" The kid looked up, a little taken back by this comment. "What does that have to do with anything!?" The kid responded with, getting more frustrated and angry. "I'll help you pass better as a boy." The King grabbed him by his fluffy, pretty-long-for-a-boy hair, and scalped him with his sword. Like, he cut off his hair, and scalp, so all you could see was his brain. He fell over dead. The King did all of this with such a deadpan face. He turned to the boy's body, spat on it, and muttered, "Tranny pig." Everyone watching, and there was a lot of them, turned away once The King turned to walk away. This man was a monster. I saw a lot of kids I knew there, who were from school, dance, the neighborhood, etc. I saw a girl I knew from school and cheer leading on the verge of death, anothr cheerleading classmate, who was also her best friend, cradling her, crying. The King shot the dying one in the thigh, because she tried to escape, leaving her to die slowly. It was pretty merciful, compared to the other methods of punishment. This broke my heart. The two most popular and joyous girls I knew were at utmost despair. Throughout the dream, I could only think about my parents and my brother. Flash forward to another day, I'm walking around the house, like usual, with the rest of the "herd" of abducted children, and I meet up with that one girl who was cradling and crying over her dying best friend. We talked a little, she's very damaged because of what happened to her best friend. She tells me we need to escape. That her friend's death cannot be in vain. I'm very reluctant, but I'm pretty fast on my feet. I agree. We climb over the wall, and run a couple meters from the house. I look back, and I understand why no one sees the kids, or anything that's occurring in that house. There's some sort of protection field that makes it still look like its abandoned from the outside. The sirens go off. Green lazor lights are everywhere. Those represent the locations of the Black Van Men. We make it as far as the freeway. We try to remove the collars but we can't. Then I wake up.