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When it started I was with I think my family, and maybe friends. We were in a bathroom or basement it was confusing, but it was dirty with quite a few doors. We were definitely hiding from bad guys, and I know they had weapons, and I think we did but I don’t remember. The bad guys broke in, and I was like “no thanks” so I somehow managed to run up the stairs behind them. Then all of a sudden I was in my car with my dad, driving on the road by my house. We were still running from the bad guys, and I asked him which way to turn. He yelled “ocean drive.” That’s for sure not a road but I turned left, like I was going to Grand Forks. In Go Karts they drive slow if there’s too much weight in them, and I distinctly remember having that feeling during this dream. We were driving on like a four lane interstate packed to the brim with traffic, and I was worried we were going to get caught because my dad was weighing the car down! I also remember telling my dad that it’d be nicer if we were on a motorcycle because then we could zip between all the other cars easier, since they’re smaller. We got to a place that was like a worship area for people who were members of ISIS, but a lot of people I talk to were there. I was almost like a journalist or undercover spy of sorts because we were trying to see what their plan was. When it got to be night I got Alyssa and told her they were going to find out so we had to go now. On our way out I stopped to talk to some other people I know and tell them we were leaving if they wanted to come with. They stayed. We got to the parking lot and I realized we didn’t have a vehicle. Alyssa had somehow snagged the keys to a very fancy, new, expensive looking white truck. We got in the truck and she said “See? This is perfect, because it can do this!” and she drove over like 8 curbs, that were steps down to the road. I remember feeling guilty and asking if this was alright. As we drove away, the owner of the truck came out of the building and was like “What the heck?!” I didn’t know what to do because I didn’t want to steal the truck, so I texted my mom and explained to her that we had stolen a truck but for a good reason. When we were driving someone else I know saw us and was very confused as to when we got this nice of a truck.

I am running through a neighborhood full of houses that all look the same. There is a really tall person following me with some type of weapon that he keeps hitting me on the back with. Everytime he hits me, my legs become slow, like the feeling of trying to run through water. As I run through the neighborhood, I knock on doors asking for help but no one answers in time so I must keep running. As I approach the last house on the block the door opens and its Barack Obama. He invites me inside, and I end up living with them.

I had a dream that my dad and I were in a shed-like building, or something like a small area fenced in that was about the size of a garden shed. My dad locked us in it and we couldn’t get out. I turned around, and there was a huge spider about the size of a basketball. It was black with an orange design of sorts on its back. It wasn’t moving, it just stayed where it was at. I freaked out and turned around, and there were more of the same things. I tried to get out, but there were those spiders blocking the door, so I stayed in the middle of the area, crying and freaking out because I couldn’t find a way out.

I was standing on a street sidewalk. i watched 4 men come down a alley and enter a building. i went in behind them we all went to the back of this building. it was like a storage area n meeting place.in the back there was a little window and a long shelf against the wall. one of the guys was like we got to get out of here. quickly we all went to the same door we came in 3 guys were ahead of me one was behind me. i turned and looked at the guy behind me i knew he was not going to make it out. the building then blew up. next thing i know im flying in the sky above a highway. there was a accident on the road me and i guess the guy who blew up with me are standing now at this accident scene. there are 3 people laying on the road side by side. a man a woman and a child. the child had no arms or legs and had been stabbed in the stomach multiple times. he was not dead. he started to cough. the guy i was with picked up the child ran him across this 4 lane highway and entered a small white building.

I was in my grandmoms neighborhood and I was with a group of kids who were my age. One looked exactly like a kid from my Bustop before I met him, one was very tall, one was shorter than the rest of us but not tiny, and there was a blond girl. We all left one by one until it was me and the tall kid. We had to lug a heavy washing machine to his house. He had a really low front porch and he ducked under it to get through. I hit my head on the top. His mom came out through the door (which was glass) and asked me to come in. Then I woke up.

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