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Okay so it started of as me walking somewhere and I was walking behind these two guys and I saw two plastic bags on the ground like right behind one of the guys and I automatically knew he was a serial killer and the two guys happen to stop and turn around and I remember that I was a serial killer but not really and that a while back I use to torture one of the guys. And then u felt like I was in trouble and that he remember me so I ran home( I'm not really me at during that part I'm some other guy). So anyway I'm me again and I ran in the house and hide in the attic. And then idk what happen after but apparently the serial killer found me and the next thing that happens I was on this couch with some other boy. And the killer was sitting in this rocking chair making me and the boy do stuff while he watch

I was walking down a long dark road in the middle of nowhere. As I came up to my sister-in-laws little brother, a car drove slowly past us and we hid. We than began to walk down the road and came upon an old house and we went inside. It was a huge party in a tiny little house. I went into the basement and the basement went straight into Hinkle Field House of Butler University during a basketball game. I than began to watch the ball game and then a guy came up and took my dog. I didn't see his face but i chased him back upstairs. He went to the second floor and hid in a room. When I got upstairs i noticed that there were over 50 rooms and I began to check them. After about 30 or so, i opened it and saw my dog, dead. I ran out of the room to find the killer running away. I chased him down and caught him and then I took his knife and was about to stab him and i woke up.

I dreamt that I was being harassed by a "killer" clown. He had similar features to Steven King's IT clown: sharp teeth, red eyes, pale skin, claws. I was alone in an unfamiliar, empty house. There was little to no lighting, but I remember feeling like I was not entirely alone. The only furniture was an empty closet, similar to the one in the Narnia movies. The clown was incredibly close to my face and he had a sinister smile with blood-stained teeth. I began to run away, but it felt like I wasn't actually going anywhere. He caught up and knocked me down, and began to strangle me. I knew I was in danger, but I wasn't struggling for breath. Although I was still dreaming, I thought I had woken up and was safe. But I turned around and the clown was standing over me smiling. I could not decipher my dream from reality.

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