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I dream that I was in the train with two of my friends. We're going somewhere I don't know. Then two of my brothers and their friends attacked USA d capture both of my friends. So what I did was that I capture one of their friends in the process and We were a distance away from each other and I told them if you hurts my friends, I will hurt this guy and they said do it and see what will happen, so I hurt the guy that I capture and ran away and hide. They were not able to find me until lastly, as I was swiping my metro card, they appear and chase me. Then later it appear that I was with one of my friends and The guy that I killed was in my hands, but to be honest, I don't even know how I kill that guy. We were walking to my friends sister's house and I ask him where to throw the cadaver of the guy I killed and he said throw it here and I did. Moreover, as we were walking, I realized that my friend change his real name and ask why and he said because he love that name and I didn't said anything after that. My friend also told me that his brother always seem angry with him whenever he go to see his sister. And then I woke up.

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I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.

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I dreamed I was looking out of the kitchen window at my dog Alf, a black labrador who was laying in the grass. My parents came along behind him and my father was holding a brown kitten on a lead. They wanted our dog to play with the kitten and that's how it appeared, until I saw Alf catch the kitten's head in his mouth. I knocked on the window loudly and shouted. My mother started shouting in horror too as she could see what was happening. The next thing I remember, my parents were in the kitchen with me and I picked up our small black shovel and started banging it off of the wall to stop our dog from killing the kitten. Our dog released the kitten when he heard me but to my absolute horror, I saw that the kitten's head had been decapitated and there was blood.

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“You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always think of you.” ― J.M. Barrie My name is Shannon. I'm a seventeen year old girl with a cognitive sleep disorder, who doesn't dream. I haven't had a real dream in ten years. When I go to sleep, my body and my brain shuts off, until it's either time to wake up, or pass between the realm of the sleeping, and the awake. In these ten years, when I slept I was plagued with nightmares, vivid nightmares beyond my control that stay with me, haunt me during the day. I'd see the figures in my nightmares everywhere, be it people, or unexplainable things. But today, when I slept, something happened: I was sleeping, yet awake and well aware, and while this was happening, I was dreaming. This dream has to be the most real thing that has ever happened. Let me tell you what happened: I was sitting outside of a lovely, slightly older house with a young man, he was a little older than I was, Maybe nineteen or twenty. It was dark, snow was falling to the ground, but it wasn't cold. We were talking, having a wonderful time; he was handsome; mid-length choclate colored hair that was combed back, though some of his hair had migrated infront of his face. He was wearing all black, not in the 'creepy gothic' way you would think. He was wearing a lovely leather coat, looked like he had traveled to london and back to get it, regular dress shoes, slacks, and a long-sleeve black top. I was different, much different. I was dressed in all white, though I couldn't tell exactly what I was wearing, we had on almost the same jacket: mine was white, cotton; and his, well I've already told you. I was wearing a white beret, and my hair was much different: it was long, almost down to my back and as blonde as a sun goddess; curled just slightly at the end; my glasses weren't black anymore, but a light baby blue. He smiled at me, took my hand and called me "Madaline." I responded! That wasn't my name but I responded as if I've had it for my whole life. This boy... He looked into my eyes and I could see through him, I could see into his soul. In an instant he turned, and pulled out a beautiful light blue and lime green stripped scarf, drapped it around my neck, and smiled once again. I beemed, I didn't know what to say, it was beautiful! gorgeous, even. He then took a small letter from his pocket, and handed it to me. It was a poem, entitled "My sweet Madaline."; I stopped, and looked at him, and proceeded to read: "My sweet Madaline, Though I will never be here in time, You are heaven to this tattered soul. You are a gift, that should be protected, And though we may be appart, in life: I can promise you, we will have our time, My sweet Madaline." Before I had a moment to respond, a little girl came out of the house behind us. She was about eight or so, with the same hair color hair as the young man. She looked at the scarf, then the note, and ran in side "Mommy, mommy! Why does she gets stuff and I don't!" she shouted, running inside. We both laughed. At that moment my eyes opened, my room was dark. It was about 11:00am; but when I closed my eyes, this.. dream... it continued. There was a court room, the young man was sitting in front with his lawyer, there was nobody on the stand. It seemed as though they were talking about a child that had died; Madaline. They had blamed the young man for it. The lawyer accusing him had found the poem. "My sweet Madaline" on his desk, to be honest, I don't know what was happening. I rushed into the court room, flinging open the doors and yelling "Stop!" Instantly all eyes were on me, the room fell silent as the young man looked back at me, and I knew, I just knew, he couldn't have done this. "That poem is about me! He wrote it about me!" I opened my eyes again, back to reality before turning to the otherside of my bed. Closing my eyes, I saw an older woman with two men standing on either side of her. She was holding a file, with one, small sheet of paper pulled out of it. "She's telling the truth." the woman said with a soft quiver in her voice. I saw the young man's face before my eyes opened for the final time. This is all I remember.

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My boyfriend , his family and i were in a house were we thought we were just having a good time when later on we find out that we have been concidered missing for twenty years but to us we werent misssing. people started coming into the house and they "found" us and when they were cleaning out the house they went in a room that we never went into and there was nothing but snakes and aligators in the room and my boyfriend s sister was taking pictures of all the empty rooms a couple years later me and my boyfriend went back to the house and i was walking down steps to the garage and i fell through the garage roof and there were dead decaying bodies everywhere and some of the bodies were blended up people lived in the house now and i told them about me falling through the roof because they had young kids and they didnt care i sat on the floor in front of a picture frame and the picture in the picture frame was moving then i started getting into a fight with one of the people that lived there spit on them and me and my boyfriend walked away

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I ended up in a house and i was running from aliens a woman or man was with me while running through the house. there were others as well but they had already ran out the backside of the house while making our way to the backdoor of the house we found a piece of alien equipment we were not sure what it was. at first it looked like a gun so i pulled the trigger it let off some sort of sonic pulse. so i waited for an alien to catch up with us and when he did i went to aim it at him. now the device looked completely different. it was a rectangle about 8 inches long and 3 in wide and had a square button on top that when pushed sunk into the object. I aimed it at the alien and when i pushed it i got the same reaction. A pulse went off and hit the alien. The pulse had no affect on the alien. so we bolted out the door keep in mind that the aliens are slower than humans as the walk and cannot run. as i am running through the massive back yard with no fences just land and woods and kind of a swampy terrain i notice a boy laying in a bush trying to hide. i noticed him right off the back so i knew the aliens would as well. i ran to him and whispered come on the aliens are coming just follow me. i bolted and he did as well, running towards the woods. after exiting the woods we, the three of us, came upon the rest of the group standing at a 12 ft chain link fence with barbed wire on the top of it. Past the fence was what looked like a factory or large warehouse there was a high voltage sign on the fence so everyone figured it was an electric fence. One brave soul, they guy who was hiding in the bush, decided to climb it anyway. In that very moment i was afraid for this little guy. i almost yelled out stop! but i held my tongue because him testing the fence was our surefire way to see if the sign was telling the truth or if it was a deterrent we figured out it was not an electric fence and the sign was just bullshitting us trying to keep people out. when we all got past the fence we went strait to the factory door. As we were Approaching the factory door a woman opened it and told us all to come inside. Once we were inside we met three beautiful girls probably in their early 20's. That is when the group disappeared and the story started focusing mainly on me. The first thing i did was go and help the girls do the laundry. the laundry room, or just a washer and dryer, was located right in front of the main entrance. i talked to the girls laughed and was having a good time. The next thing i remember is the old lady that welcomed me into the factory asked me to go and get some supplies. i set out, but i just appeared in the dollar store i remember seeing toys for children, and there was a little child back at the factory so i decided to grab one. i then appeared back at the factory and was with them for a short period of time as i recall next thing i know i am being chased by this man for a reason i don't remember but it had something to do with his daughter. i got away but could not stay away. the world looks something like a post apocalyptic world with little power and people scrounging to get by. well i don't remember it but apparently in some way thing got to be alright between me and her father. so us three were running down this big hill through the woods and i slipped and fell rolling about 25 feet really fast downhill and landing on a large rock inside a pod that sat at the bottom of the hill. the next thing i remember i found myself laying next to her and i was as happy as any one person can be. i remember emotion just flying around uncontrollably in my head. when i woke in the middle of the night him and his men were setting up and cross. i overheard her father say he was gonna put me on there and keep shocking me with this machine. so ,of course, took off running. the fathers two goons chased me into the woods and i ran into the back of a semi trailer and hid. seconds later on of his goons saw me in there and came to attack me. i ran all the way to the back, with him chasing me, and then i was stuck. we came face to face and i offered to give him 200$ to let me go. The currency was not in dollars i said some weird word that i will never remember. he said " show me the 200$ and maybe i will." Well of course i did not have 200$ so i grabbed a small object and beat his face in with it. with him being dead and the others no-where to be seen i return to try and rescue the girl to take her with me. As i am doing recon her father sees me and starts running strait for me. at that time i have no choice but to run. the girl was standing or crouching i should say on the right side of the truck. i ran a circle around a house and passing by the passengers side of the truck but he was hot on my tail. so i just pulled her hair as i passed by signaling for her to run with me. i remember her yelling ouch and quickly turning her head in my direction, but she did not follow. i Just kept running in fear of what this man would do to me if he caught me. we were in a suburbs in the country. the road i was on was about a 1/8 of a mile and then another road intersected it on the right. I took the road to the right and kept running down it At this moment i am so far ahead of him he cant really see me that well. as i am running down this road i see past the side of a house a 10 foot wooden fence with barbed wire on top of it. i ran to the back yard only to notice people sitting in their sun room. from fear of getting shot i ran inside and asked them if i could hop their fence. i did not give them a reason other than i really have to get across that fence. the owner escorts me to the back yard and stairs at the fence with his hand scratching his chin side to side. he took too long deciding and the father showed up running into the backyard from the side of the house. we both quickly ran inside and i ran strait trough the back door and out the front door. he knew i would do this so he just ran along the side of the house. we met almost face to face in the front yard so i sprinted pushing myself as hard as i could to outrun him. before i know it i am sprinting so fast that he gives up. but i remember thinking at that moment screw everything i am getting as far away from here as possible. and kept sprinting until i was literally exhausted and aching from sprinting so far. and then i woke up

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Im in my workplace, so is my bed and ive cheated on my boyfriend but to me it doesnt feel like i have, just everyone else is telling me i have and my mum is more upset about it than anyone else and i dont want my boyfriend to find out cause i dont believe it myself but my sisters takes me to one side and tries to talk to me about it and i dont want to listen to her, when i go back to my boyfriend some stranger girl has told him ive cheated and then he wont talk to me, but my mum seemed even more upset then he did..

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I met a guy at villa,his friend was having an arguement with his girlfriend .i tried stoping the fight but to no avail,i went into a room and i saw that guy;he tried talking to me but i didnt reply so he started carassing me,giving me kisses on my neck not long my mum came in&asked me not to go near the boy.i went to school the next day,i texted him to come and visit me;he told me that everything is complicated and that we cant be friends.i walked out and started singing

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