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Me and my husband were spending the night in a place I couldn't recognize, we were sleeping on the floor on a mattress and I kept staring at an object in the dark. The object seemed to have been moving or floating on its own then all of a sudden it was right in my face and I was being held down by what seemed to be a ghost and I was trying to scream for someone to help me but nothing was coming out of my mouth. I tried and tried. I went to this couple and asked them to pray for me and she grabbed my arm and I had big bruises on the upper part of my arm where I was being grabbed and held down the night before. I followed the lady into the kitchen where we were carrying on our conversation then the door started to open by itself and I asked if she saw that so we entered the room and I heard a voice saying you are my voice now you will speak what I tell you and her and her husband came after me and tried to trap me in their home.

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Relay race, on bike and climbing rope with steps, then no steps. Talking circle crying parent of student, co-worker trying to give directions, then another older guy giving back a worn out road tire to me. I offer to give it to school with bad tone in my voice. I have to ride bike home in the cold dark. Rope was modified for team from Montana but they never showed up. Person was swinging rope making it harder for me to climb, and would not hold it to help. Another person sprayed substance into my eyes from a distance trying to sabotage second part of the game.

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I woke up in a dark gloomy setting. I felt very isolated, detached from this world and as if I had no physical body. In the distance I saw three tall mountains with dark luminous clouds hovering overhead. There was a terrible storm, with hurricane winds. Flashes of lightning blinded me. The sky was also purple and everything else was some shade of purple. I was hanging onto something for dear life, my grip was loosening when I felt an eerie presence and suddenly heard an ominous voice that made my soul tremble, "You have not seen the wrath of God." And with that my grip loosened and I fell into an endless abyss.

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It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

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Dream story : I dreamed about all the lights on in my house and thought no one will break in. I also was in my mother's house who is deceased but she was alive in my dream. Somehow me and some friends went to dinner and was going somewhere and we were looking for my mother. A friend arrived in a hearse driven by the husband of the funeral home director. One of my coworkers got out of the hearse and I got in and started calling my mother on her cell phone but it went to voice mail. The driver of the hearse said we have to go and I kept trying to find my mother. I must have gotten out of the hearse and was talking with my co worker.

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