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The dream started at my house. My brother and I were home alone. Then these black vans surrounded our house. I remember being told to "watch out for black vans." I try to get my brother up, saying we have to hide, but he didn't believe me. As one of them walked up to the house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sometimes we leave our front door open for fresh air. After I did that, they left us alone for a while, but they were still watching us, watching our every move. I tried to call my mom, or 911, but I guess the men did something to our service too. So we hid and waited. Then I got the bright idea (why, dream me, why) of trying to run to the neighbors house and ask for help. My brother and I took the back door out, but the men were still encircled around the house. They got a hold of me, my brother escaped. They took me to this abandoned, overpopulated house that was in terrible shape. It was in the middle of downtown San Diego, I'm surprised no one saw it. By overpopulated I mean it was filled with other kids I knew, who were also all abducted. We were allowed to roam freely around the house, we just had two unofficial rules to live by. 1: Don't try to escape. 2: DON'T anger The King. We also had these weird tracker collars. They would send signals to The King, and he'd send his little men in black vans to go and kill us, and the black van men were everywhere in the outside world. Who is The King? He's the head honcho, the big kahuna of that house. No one knows who he is, or his motives. In fact, no one knew why we were taken here. Nothing bad was happening (yet), but we knew something sinister was brewing underneath. We were scared shitless. One day, The King revealed himself. He was a short, squatty man, but had the face of a sour lemon. He had a sword tucked in its sheath in his belt loop. He didn't announce him as The King, we just all kind of figured, since he looked way way older than the rest of us. He would just walk around the house, as if he was on patrol. If he didn't like the way you look, he'd kill you. If you attempted to kill him (many did), he'd make sure you die the most brutal death. He was terrifying. I avoided him at all costs. What I saw from him was unfathomable. A transgender boy was having a mental breakdown and wasn't in the right mind. He confronted The King, pleading on his knees that he'd let him go. The King looked down at the boy. "You want to be a boy right?" The kid looked up, a little taken back by this comment. "What does that have to do with anything!?" The kid responded with, getting more frustrated and angry. "I'll help you pass better as a boy." The King grabbed him by his fluffy, pretty-long-for-a-boy hair, and scalped him with his sword. Like, he cut off his hair, and scalp, so all you could see was his brain. He fell over dead. The King did all of this with such a deadpan face. He turned to the boy's body, spat on it, and muttered, "Tranny pig." Everyone watching, and there was a lot of them, turned away once The King turned to walk away. This man was a monster. I saw a lot of kids I knew there, who were from school, dance, the neighborhood, etc. I saw a girl I knew from school and cheer leading on the verge of death, anothr cheerleading classmate, who was also her best friend, cradling her, crying. The King shot the dying one in the thigh, because she tried to escape, leaving her to die slowly. It was pretty merciful, compared to the other methods of punishment. This broke my heart. The two most popular and joyous girls I knew were at utmost despair. Throughout the dream, I could only think about my parents and my brother. Flash forward to another day, I'm walking around the house, like usual, with the rest of the "herd" of abducted children, and I meet up with that one girl who was cradling and crying over her dying best friend. We talked a little, she's very damaged because of what happened to her best friend. She tells me we need to escape. That her friend's death cannot be in vain. I'm very reluctant, but I'm pretty fast on my feet. I agree. We climb over the wall, and run a couple meters from the house. I look back, and I understand why no one sees the kids, or anything that's occurring in that house. There's some sort of protection field that makes it still look like its abandoned from the outside. The sirens go off. Green lazor lights are everywhere. Those represent the locations of the Black Van Men. We make it as far as the freeway. We try to remove the collars but we can't. Then I wake up.

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I wanted to act or something. Model like white girl got in way moved me down to bottom. I went to tell on her. On my way back i get called. Its Jesse, Mr. Moore and some others. "Chauday how did it go...ooo..did she say when practice was?" I say "idk maybe 2 times out of 10 days" mr moore laughs "she we make her just for saying that" (push?) "U should always practice. Here" he hands me a flute. I try to play it but its clogged and something is sticking out. Edward appears. "What's this" i say "what do u think it is" he pulls it out to reveal a long pipe cleaner. I began to unclog all the gunc out of it and tried to play the first song i ever performed. Edward taking his time to show me. The background changes to a forest. And Edward to two new asain teachers. Im sitting in the same chair stuggling with the notes and slowly lifting my leg as if trying to march. I ask "how am i suppose to march like thi-" but before she answered i turned my leg into a perfect 90. The second teacher smiled at me and said very good then told me to stand up and march as i played as the first teacher continued to instruct my playing. I kept moving and playing until the background changed again "Chauday come on come on its suavemente" i look around realizing i was in a room now the flute was gone and two ppl were facing front at the screeb as it played suavemente. I took off my shoes and socks and began to follow the screen. After the dance i left the room to walk into another. Everyone is working around this table. This is when i noticed the window. The first deer burst threw the window and grabbed the ladies hair in his mouth. "Help me" she spoke. Ppl came to her rescue only for a fat half naked mad to come in to try and strangle her. Again ppl came to her need 'let her go' they said until he did. The man vanishes and everyone continues to work like nothing happened. I see the deer lurking in the window again. As if on repeat the lady walks by and the deer attacks again. "Help me" she says. Ppl come help only for the man to follow again "help me". 'Let her go' theyd say. And he would. And leave. They return working. "Chauday can u go untie the string in there please" someone instructs me. I walk inside the closet. Reached for the scissors and cut something. "Its in the back tied up..." Listening to the new instructions i know ive cut the wrong thing. I walk further down cut the right thing and head back "what happened to the power" i hear them say i return to the room but everyone is exactly where i left them. Stuck yet busily working. Only difference is now the room is lit by the now broken open window. The tree stands just outside of it like u could almost walk out unto it like a ledge. I see the deer, majestic and beautiful standing in the tree lurking. I see the lady walking by. Ik what was going to happen....

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In dream I found myself in an unknown house with furnishings that looked like 1970's era. There was an unknown woman there who was searching for something and also seemed upset or troubled. I talked to her discovering that she was spiritually lost but open to finding God. She could not believe God could save her. I witnessed to her and She seemed nearly ready to accept Christ but she left abruptly. I was sad she refused to accept Christ. In a few minutes there was a knock at the door. Excitedly Thinking she had returned to accept the Lord, I opened the door. I was punched in the stomach by a blonde hair man wearing an army jacket and with a gun who pushed his way inside. I felt betrayed because the woman was with the man, tricking me to allow the man in. He forced his way in and demanded only an amount of cash I had which seemed to be $460. Then he left. I went to a neighbor in front of house warning there was a robber in the area and asking if he had seen him. The neighbor was cleaning out his garage onto his driveway. The neighbor did not give information though I seemed suspicious of him and he seemed to resemble the robber but did not quite seem to be him. I woke up.

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