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Walking across green springy grass nothing else around green open space ahead of me a wall like the Berlin Wall covers in graffiti someone I could not see but trusted was walking with me and when looking at wall there was a guard walking up one side of stairs up the wall and down the other side repeatedly either side of wall was a huge red flag that towered over the wall and the person kept saying walk don't run just walk be careful I felt cautious wondering where I was and why the wall and flags where in front of me

It was like in 1920s America and I was in a side street that was connecting to major streets. I was just standing there when all of a sudden gunfire erupts in on of the streets. At first people are like da fuq? Then it starts coming from everywhere. People start hiding and I see this one lady just standing there, so I grab her and run into an alley straight ahead that runs parallel between the two major streets being followed by the "mob". We climb a ladder up onto the roofs, which are pinkish red, and the "mob" quickly catches up with us. They shoot her on site because she was their target. Since there can't be any witnesses, they give me the choice to kill myself. I hold the gun to my head but can't do it, I feel the pain of what it would feel like and breakdown a little. I give the gun back to the guy who gave it to me and tell him to do me in but not let me see it coming. So I turn around and walk a few steps and face away from him. Then he shoots. I fall on the roof face down with my hands by the sides of my face.

I'm on a side street in the 1920s and here machine gunfire from one of the other streets soon more gunfire erupts from the other streets people run into buildings except one woman i grab her and run straight into an alley the gunfire seems to follow us we climb up a ladder to roofs that are extremely well connected the gang gets on the roof and shoot the woman their job being done they give me the option to kill myself as there can be no witnesses i take the gun but can\'t do it i feel the pain of what it would be like horribly shaken i give the gun back to the man and tell him to do it for me but to do it from behind so i can\'t see it coming i walk forward a bit and then he fires i fall face first on the roof with my hands to the side of my head i am dead

A couple that I don't speak to. The man is my fiance's boss. They lived in a shotgun house and I was taking a stack of $20 bills individually sealed in cellophane to them. They were not at home and I went into the house all the way to the back which was a bedroom with a old iron twin bed, the bed was made with a white bedspread. There was an alligator loose in the room and I jumped up on the bed to get away from it. The woman came home and I left that room and went into the living room. She began to style my hair with a ponytail on both sides of my head. When she was done, we went to a bar. We sat in stools at the bar. A man walked in and sat a banana split on the bar. I told him he had my attention and he looked at me and said very seriously, "I'm sorry it just isn't in there." He then repeated that it just isn't in there.

I was being fronted by motorcyclists that looked identical and so were my parents. Then I was put into a cell/cage underground and next door to me my parents shared a cell. That night underground shook violently and then there was a crack that sucked us all in. We fell through time and space, then landed in the garage of the house I grew up in. My parents had an "exhibit" of their wedding day. Strangers were coming in and out of the garage and then, I told my mom that we can't have this happening in here! Then I started to pick up things and she smacked me so hard I fell on the ground. After she put the things I dropped back, I was on the ground still crying and she carried me to my room. She locked the door with a padlock and took the key with her, I was crying and having a tantrum. Once I stopped then I got up and headed for the and then couldn't get out! I was trapped in my room.

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