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I'm standing in a dead, yellow meadow. The outskirts if the five acre meadow are lined with healthy oak trees. A wind stirrs the trees, but I do not feel it. A faceless (not masked) man in blue jeans and a black turtle neck sweater approaches me with a handgun. At first it is an unassuming gesture, gun at his side. As he gets closer he takes aim. I begin to fear. The anxiety builds until he shoots me; fist in the stomach and then in the head. Instead of waking I float above us as he slices my body with a filet knife. I still feel the pain when I awake.

I had ended up on an island somehow, and there was no way I could see off of this island, and I could not see any land for a long ways. There were other people on this island. They had a leader, who seemed to me to be evil, although everyone happily did what he said. I felt some sort of connection to him, although never meeting him face to face in this dream. The people on the island walked out onto a sort-of bridge. They went single-file, taking one step at a time, all at the exact same time. They would do this until they went insane, at which point they would fall to the side, into the water, where they would drown and meet their death. I was afraid and ran from this, hoping to find some way off of the island. That's when the dream ended and I woke up.

Num estádio dois cachorros vagavam. Ao sentar-me se aproximaram e começaram a morder a minha perna. eram cães vira-lata, cor mel, limpos, cuidados e sadios. procurei outro lugar para sentar mas todos estavam ocupados. Os cães continuavam a morder a minha perna. Eu não sentia dor, apenas desconforto. Olhei novamente e todos os lugares estavam vazios. Sentei longe. Ao meu lado sentou- se uma mulher com baquetas de bateria, casaco de couro preto. A amiga dela chegou e olhou como se eu tivesse tomado o seu lugar. Estava com duas malas de maquiagem .. Mas não havia maquiagem e sim equipamentos de miragem de som. Ela sentou-se algumas fileiras acima e ficou de costas para o palco. Os cães continuavam a morder. olhei para o horizonte e me vi numa casa grande, com dois amigos brigando com a mãe, pois um deles, Henrique! só chamava tudo pela primeira sílaba. Assim panela era pa, travessa era tra, Caio era ca....os cães que mordiam sumiram! assim como todo o cenário . E surgiu uma cadela chamada fifi. O marido de uma amiga com quem não falo mais me ligou para dizer que haviam comprado um apartamento ao lado do de Henrique, na cobertura mas sem a vista para o mar.

I was hanging out with friends in an airport that was completely empty except for our group. Then three of us decided to explore so we got into the elevator and Sage decided to go to the bottom (12th) floor. When we got down to the bottom floor the door opened, we stepped out, then the elevator fell out of the shaft and was dragged forward to a huge melting pot full of and surrounded by decrepit elevators. We started trying to find a place to get back to the higher levels but there were no working elevators and no stairs. Hunter started finding file pages of people, but we didn't really think them useful to the task at hand. I found a small office that had a laptop going playing music, there was a small staircase by it so we crawled up. The next level was similar to the bottom one but without the elevators. It still had no way out. It was on this floor we started finding similar file pages with the same form of the faces we had seen previously but demented and disfigured. The had been poisoned by radiation and become creatures of the night that would seek out human flesh. We started searching for an exit just as the creatures began to chase and attack us. Then I woke up.

Num estádio dois cachorros vagavam. Ao sentar-me se aproximaram e começaram a morder a minha perna. eram cães vira-lata, cor mel, limpos, cuidados e sadios. procurei outro lugar para sentar mas todos estavam ocupados. Os cães continuavam a morder a minha perna. Eu não sentia dor, apenas desconforto. Olhei novamente e todos os lugares estavam vazios. Sentei longe. Ao meu lado sentou- se uma mulher com baquetas de bateria, casaco de couro preto. A amiga dela chegou e olhou como se eu tivesse tomado o seu lugar. Estava com duas malas de maquiagem em metal inox, tipo 007. Mas não havia maquiagem e sim equipamentos de miragem de som. Ela sentou-se algumas fileiras acima e ficou de costas para o palco. Os cães continuavam a morder. olhei para o horizonte e me vi numa casa grande, com dois amigos brigando com a mãe, pois um deles, Henrique! só chamava tudo pela primeira sílaba. Assim panela era pa, travessa era tra, Caio era ca....os cães que mordiam sumiram! assim como todo o cenário . E surgiu uma cadela chamada fifi. O marido de uma amiga com quem não falo mais me ligou para dizer que haviam comprado um apartamento ao lado do de Henrique, na cobertura mas sem a vista para o mar.

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