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My dream started in the woods behind my old house, the house I grew up in. I was walking beside the creek that runs through our property when a little girl came up from behind me. Her features were muddled, except her long blonde hair and hazel eyes. For some reason, I knew I needed to take her hand and walk her to someone or something, so I smiled at her and did so. As we walked, we finally saw figures on top of a small hill, all dressed in white. I immediately knew that this was where I was supposed to take the girl. I didn't recognize any of the people - there were about 6 or 7 of them - except for one: the Pope. The Pope gestured for me to take a seat beside him and I did as the others took the little girl from me. I didn't see where they took her. The Pope and I sat and ate something - I can't remember what we were eating. We didn't speak or even really look at each other. When we were done eating, I turned around and found that I'd been turned back into a child and I was standing on a staircase that led upward. I began walking up the stairs and the scenery began to change. Instead of going up into the air, I was emerging from beneath the ground right next to the front porch of the home I grew up in. I suddenly heard screaming and looked up to find that the sky had turned green. I knew immediately that a tornado was coming and that's what had people screaming. The screaming got closer and then one of my old friends from high school appeared on the porch. He fell over the railing and into the hole I'd emerged from. The stairs were gone, so I didn't know how I was going to get him out. The wind began to pick up and whistle and I knew I needed to find shelter quickly, but I couldn't bring myself to leave my friend. I found part of an arbor that had fallen down and used it to try to get my friend. Just as he grabbed the other end of the arbor, I woke up.

I am with a tall fair skined white man with reddish brown hair and a mustache. he is a cop arround my age. his love and affection for me is strong and adores me. i hear his voice and all my sences like touch and feel are so real. i am always by the ocean on a windy cloudy day.i feel the wind through my hair and skin.and smell the salty sea air.he kisses my lips so passionately.i kiss him back. our love is very powerful.i feel it in my heart. my husband is near and knows how i feel but is afraid to come out of hiding and let me go.

One of my dogs had been killed. then another one of my dogs had a deep cut in her poor and it wouldn't stop bleeding she was going to die, I tried to stop the bleeding but it didn't work. all I could feel was guilt and regret when I cant recall actually being responsible. a lady who is pretty and was wearing nice clothes and brown hair like mine was bragging about her designer purse and I went crazy I had turned into a psychopath and I picked up a guarded fork screaming. the wired thing is so did she and she was going to stab me first but I beat her to it and she died. I felt terrible like a new person.

I was in a school gymnasium. shiny floors of the basketball court... red and white line markers on the floor of the court. i am standing in the middle of the gymnasium, the bleachers are full of people. I can see them, notice their clothes and feel that I know who they are... however, I cannot see any of their faces. They have blank faces. Like skin pulled down over them or something. No features, just flat skin colored faces.They do have their hair, I believe... though none stood out that I recall. In front of me is a man in all black. pants, long sleeves, and a black ski mask. He has a knife... a jagged edge knife like a hunting knife or something. He is repeatedly stabbing my mother who is hunched over and dressed in some sort of dress or long skirt and long sleeves. I cannot see my mothers face but I knew it was her. I start screaming and trying to run towards them but cannot move. All of a sudden, an old friend from school 3-12th grade friend, Cory was beside me with his arm around me as though he were comforting me. His face was the only one I could see in the whole nightmare. All of a sudden, my mother drops to the floor and lots of blood. The man swings his head up and looks at me straight in the eyes. I can see his medium brown almond shaped eyes. the skin around them was of a light brown color. He lunged towards me to come after me and I was able to turn and run - this is where I woke up. When I woke up, I was hysterical and as if in another world. one that I couldnt get out of. My roommates say I satt in the closet for three days. Rocking and crying and talking about my mother being dead and that he was coming for me. All I remember is that anytime I would close my eyes, it would continue so I didnt want to go to sleep. The next thing I know, or realize, or came to... so to speak... I was standing in the kitchen cooking macaroni on the stove and my friend was standing there looking at me and asking what I was doing. I dont remember coming out of this state at all. If three people hadnt told me and were all very serious about the fact that I had been in the closet freaking out for three days and nobody could calm me down or get me out of that place or state I was in.... I wouldnt believe it. I didnt think I had been there for three days, nor did I remember a lot of what they said I was doing... All I know is what I felt and what seemed so real to me to this day. I usually dont remember details like these from my dreams/nightmares... this one didnt feel like a dream... it felt like reality. people continue to tell me it was only a dream, but all I can say is that I have never had a dream feel like this or put me into such a scary and helpless place. I never EVER want to go there again. This was when I was 18yrs old. Since, my mother has passed from alcoholism when I was 33.I am 40 now.

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