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I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

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Driving.. in like an open jeep/car type thing with my friend.. I think we are going 'home' from Cape Breton... but not really sure where our 'home' is .. I remember talking - and her telling me about her 8 hour flight to Vegas.. and complaining about it.. Then all of a sudden.. we have to go through this bad fog.. but its not just fog.. there's like stuff in the air.. like its smoke from fire..(can't remember if we saw the guys at the fire then or not) And we can't see.. and I'm getting worried.. and she keeps driving through.. Then.. all of a sudden.. we don't have the car anymore..and we have to climb through these cliffs.. like scaling them.. She went ahead of me.. and somehow..she was on the cliff across from me... (maybe there was a way to get over there by scaling the rocks) and this guy was dragging (helping) her up. I was still on other cliff.. and making my way to the bottom - she was on top of your cliff. Then when I get to the bottom and turn around (as I was facing the rocks) there was a handsome (strawberry blonde/tall/scruff) guy standing right there in front of me. I remember thinking (and maybe saying)...well isn't this a nice surprise.. and I said 'hi' - and he said hi. Could tell there was a mutual attraction.. lol Then we are just hanging out - at the fire and stuff with the guys.. They were from Cape Breton - and going 'home' too.. so we were all planning on going 'home' together..

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I am going for a drive with my husband and an unknown woman. Shes very sweet and a little nervous. I tell my husband to let us out so we can go into a store. He doesn't want to but lets us out anyway. He drives off,we go into a clothing store and get kidnapped by a fat man with crazy hair. He takes us to an apartment I lived in years ago. He leaves us in the garage and goes to get some rope. We squeeze under the door when hes gone and run for it. Along the way a little Blonde girl joins us. I push all of us behind some trash cans to hide when he drives by. We stop at house and ask for help. A woman lets us in and I ask to use the phone. It wont work without some special code to dial out. The woman then asks her dark haired daughter if we used the green phone. She says no and takes us to her room. I tell her that if she doesn't want to help that we are ogling to leave. She tells us to wait, gets her moms keys and tells us to follow her out a dark window which is covered by a pink sash. I take off my purple shoes and step out. I turn around and ask "lali" to grab em for me. She hands me my shoes. The Blondel girl has disappeared and the dark haired girl drops us off on the side of a dirt road and I know my husband is on his way to get us

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I was walking in a carpark when this blond man came up to me and told me i had to move into these apartments. they were really old and if you didn't lock your doors people would steal your stuff. later he came around and said he was sorry that he had kicked me out and we had sex. a few ays later he introduced me to his fiancee. i hated her. the next time i saw him i told him our relationship was wrong and that we should never talk again. the next night he turned up at my door and said he had broken off the engagement. we had sex again. once we were done he asked me to marry him and i said yes.

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I am sitting in my second period classroom in a different seat than I usually do. A different teacher is also talking to the class, sitting on a familiar wooden stool. She isn’t teaching, she is just making conversation. Everyone is packed up and I get the sense that we are waiting for a call to let us go. I check the clock and it is about eleven am. The class keeps talking and I become impatient. When my teacher finally dismisses us, I turn around and notice it is 3:00 pm! I’m confused on why we have stayed in one class for four hours. The dream suddenly changes to a warm, candlelit dining room. The walls are light colored and the chairs dark wood. There’s even a tablecloth with set crystal glasses. I’m sitting next to my brother and sister, who for some reason are now Caucasian. My father is Dennis Quaid and he is warning us to be nice. Somehow I already know that the mother in my dream has died months ago and my father is just now finding a new woman, and she is coming over for dinner. My white brother and sister are sullen, but I am welcoming. She rings the doorbell and my father dashes up to open the door. My father’s prospective girlfriend , tall and blond, walks in and is seated my father. My brother and sister say hello reproachfully and I smile warmly and introduce myself. We are making awkward conversation when a letter is delivered for my father. He opens it and it is written by someone who has his exact same handwriting. It’s signed in by his name, with blood dried onto the signature. My father says that it threatens us to leave the house and nothing bad will happen. It’s strange because the letter is written to my father, from my father, and dated in the future. I wake up.

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