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I had a really wierd, yet relevant dream last night. I was with my best friend (Tomo), on a beach, when waves started to get bigger. Then I saw a giant wave coming towards us, so i started running up a hill with trees on it, it wasnt a forest I could see through them clearly. And I saw Tomo hit by the giant waves . Then the waves settle, and the sea calmed. And he just got up and joined me. I was worried about him when he was hit, followed by relief when he survived. We got to the top of the hill, then made our way back down the hill, half way up was our house. I was relaxing, may have slept. Next thing I know i walked outside and it was raining very very heavily. I went back inside absolutely soaked, i could feel the rain pouring off me. Then tomo was there smiling at me. Then I woke up. Also the rain was at night. I let myself be soaked, it didnt bother me it raining on me. I was just making sure Tomo was OK.

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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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My dad and I decided that we were going to visit my friend who is in college. Her name is Ashley and she goes to Fairfield University. Once we arrive I surprise her nearby where I remember seeing trees and bushes. She was so excited to see me and I was too about her. All of the sudden I remembered we were in this huge body of water but it wasn’t an ocean it was like a huge pool. I absolutely hated it because it was the night time and it was pitch black and I saw shadows of something in the water. It was a manatee Ashley told me as if it wasn’t a big deal. I was so nervous we swam all the way to the end and then I lost her flipper down at the bottom of the pool it was only about 6ft deep but she managed to get it. She then read me something then we got out of the water and we were about to go back to New Jersey. However when we were back home she was there and was leaving for college again with her dad and younger brother. Her dad was bike riding and so was Ashley and her baby brother was in a car seat in this five seated stroller/bike. I waved goodbye and told her to study for her midterms. Then her mom was outside talking to my mom how Andy her husband found that old car seat by dumpster diving and how she was disgusted by it.

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. I had this deam recently about some friends and I at a concert. It seemed nice at first but it changed. For some reason, I was carrying a glass flute the whole time. Not sure if that means anythimg but that was there. My friend wandered off while I admired the music. Not too much longer after that, he comes back telling me that he got laid. I though that was good for him, although I was slightly jealous. Then he passes out. Some guy carry him out and im told he died of an overdose. That was hard on my but I stayed to party anyway. I was trying to enjoy myself and socialize and I managed to get in the mood again. Then my crush comes over to me and I ask her to dance. She tells me that she wants to do more than just dance. She takes me to a back room and Im pretty exited because the closest ive ever gotten to doimg this irl was shaking my mother's hand. (Im probably the only person my age that hasn't had their first kiss yet.) I tell her ive never done anything like this before. She says "what a shame", which is a phrase I say quite frequently. Then she goes an begins to make out with another one of my friends, leaving me alone.

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