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In my dream I'm walking in a wide meadow and then a fog blows in and blocks everything from view then I see a large shape form and a strange silvery glow surrounding it as the shape gets closer the silvery glow gets brighter and then there is a flash of light and standing be for me is a black wolf the size of a horse it has glowing golden green eyes it stares at me then looks off into the distance I look to see what it is looking at but all I see is a big shadow and then the wolf nudges me with its snout and starts walking away it looks back at me and then starts walking again then it looks back at me again as if asking me to follow it but be for I do my dream always ends I've had this same dream five times already.

I was hiding with my head down and my arms around my two little sisters. We were screaming and crying. In the front of the car was my mother driving. she was wild and her hair was flying through the air. We were driving fast and on the roads and through the air and in the mountains and upside down and the wind was blowing and I knew we were going to die. I was trying to save my sisters. I didn't have he energy to get in the front seat and tackle my mother. I just knew we were going to die and were screaming about it. she was happy and drunk and yelling and showed no fear and was just such a bitch.. she stoopped and walked away while I remained forever scarred.. forever

3 bomb threats in my city. The first is at my hideout where my best friends are. I drive to save them but the semi full of bombs is there. I decide to run in. I get luck as it blows up and I am fine. my hang out is ruined. I go inside and get a piece of clothing from all of my dead friends. I Line the bodies up and the bags together. I cut my hand the shape of a heart. All my family and friends are dead. I commit suicide. I wake up bomb threat 2. Im in my best friends car with my father and my other friend. I am relived they are alive and I see another bomb. It explodes and I wake up in my mothers car getting mexican food and running from the bomb. It explodes at my house. All I can say knowing my friends, family, and house is destroyed is "this food is yummy"

Its noon / evening. a friend cuts watermelon. im on my bike walking down the street with another girl, i get interrogated by a cop / police / agent about something, he's wearing really dark shades / sunglasses and has a gruff voice. i see my ex boyfriend riding a recumbent bicycle, with dark shades on and black hair blowing in the wind. i tell my friend and we set him up, she goes to talk to him and i follow behind, later coming to greet him and we go together to my old schoolyard / playground , these spirits start appearing and suddenly so does he. a chimera / anthropomorphic / hybrid creature appears, eclipsed by sunlight, a duck / goose and cow, who i can hear mooing in the distance. i need to stop eating animals / go vegetarian. i see a naked blonde woman pushed against a stone wall, looking as if she's mourning. a pair of giant hands come and nearly rip her apart. there are vast fields and farm land. i see women begin marching in in unison, all wearing the same uniform and they begin to chant. this feels like repentance. im taken to a room where only women are allowed, its a bath house, we each take turns sitting in a chair and getting cleansed. i go to put on my sandals, navy and blue, i accidentally put on the wrong ones and theyre too big / wrong size / not mine / dont fit, i try on the second pair and they fit just right, like theyre mine. theres water on the tiled floor. everyone is equal in this process, each person going through the steps. they all began chanting in unison, and i begun singing a song of my own

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