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I dreamed of my kids sleeping in my car. It was my two kids and a boy I think I adopted in the dream. But I was over a friends house talking and the kids were sleeping in the car when 3 men jumped in the car. I ran to them in panic screaming. I asked them what they were doing my kids were in the car. They said they was stealing the car but since the kids were in the car they was going to hold them for hostage. They want money. They tried to pull off but me and a friend jumping in the trunk. As they was pulling off I was scramming for help and pulling wires from the trunk trying to stop the car from moving. Out of no where 2 male mexicans and 1 older lady mexican came running after the car and the older lady spoke the the 3 kidnappers. She convinced them to stop and let thekids go. If they leave now we wasn't gonna contact the police and she promised them she would give them 50 dollars and my friend had 33 dollars they would have. So they took the money and all got out of the car and ran.

I dreamed of my kids sleeping in my car. It was my two kids and a boy I think I adopted in the dream. But I was over a friends house talking and the kids were sleeping in the car when 3 men jumped in the car. I ran to them in panic screaming. I asked them what they were doing my kids were in the car. They said they was stealing the car but since the kids were in the car they was going to hold them for hostage. They want money. They tried to pull off but me and a friend jumping in the trunk. As they was pulling off I was scramming for help and pulling wires from the trunk trying to stop the car from moving. Out of no where 2 male mexicans and 1 older lady mexican came running after the car and the older lady spoke the the 3 kidnappers. She convinced them to stop and let the kids go. If they leave now we wasn't gonna contact the police and she promised them she would give them 50 dollars and my friend had 33 dollars they would have. So they took the money and all got out of the car and ran.

I was with many adults and friends, I was attacked suddenly and got but by a zombie. The man in the car I was in wanted to kill me. I begged him not to, I wanted to say my goodbyes. I went home wrote letters to everyone I could. I told my adopted sister only that I was bit and probably going to die. I looked down at my hand while talking to her. The bite was a little red. Not really bad. I wrote all the letters I could. I decided to do a drawing, my final drawing. I drew my fursona. Never finished it because I woke up. What does is mean?

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