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I cannot remember the first part of my dream, but I remember there being multiple killings, they all hit one of my family members. Then, I am in a house that I used to live in. Then suddenly, I see my dog shot through the back of her head. The blood spews everywhere. I scream and turn around and tell everybody. Then once I turn around again, she is sitting in my brother's lap and she is unhurt. Everybody calls me crazy. Then, my dream cuts to another part that I don't remember, but someone is murdered. Eventually, my dream cuts to a part where somebody is shot through the window. I see this person get shot, but nobody else sees it. I am called crazy once again. But they believe me at some random point in the dream, and we go after the killer. We end up in a mall and I see a set of windows with tonnes of bullet holes in them. I look through a window and see a man with a gun looking down at us. I scream "run" and drag them down the hall a bit. I end up in a bathroom, but my backpack fills with water. It makes a lot of noise, and I give up and walk out of the bathroom. I see the killer and he walks up to me and asks me where my family is since he wants to skin them. I trick him, saying that I would take him to them since I wanted to skin them alive too(when I didn't). I take him to the roof, where he tells me something along the lines of "I'm trying this new thing where I take people on blind dates before I kill them". Then as I'm swinging him off of the roof (when he appeared in front of me, I took both of his hands in mine so he wouldn't reach for a weapon), I wake up, quite abruptly.

I had a dream I was an attorney representing a femal guilty client who murdered another girl she met at a truck stop. She tried to take a plea deal but it fell through so it had to go to trail. I new she was guilty but was in charge of trying to find information that would prove her innocent. I kept having to carry around actual dog poop as it was her evidence. The girl she murdered was a girl she was having sex with. Not sure it matters but the plaintiff was a beautiful black woman and she had a large family who believed her to be innocent.

Dream Session November 8th 2017 Reversed order of a session with James? This one will be a hard one to write, but I will do my best to organize. First Section: I was soaked or have been. My thoughts focusing on maybe perhaps I had fallen into Toluca Lake? It was uncertain. James telling me I needed rest. Second Section: I woke kidnapped. Tied up. I could see a man, unknown to me. What was he? I pieced together he was an enemy of sorts. He had been "tough". Taunting James; whom was tied up himself. Locked away in a shed near where I was laying. The man had grabbed me. James yelling something at him only to get the response: "Mr. Sunderland. Oh Mr. Sunderland. You will soon see I am not after you." James had continued screaming through anger. The man whom had me as a hostage peered inside the shed James was locked in, staring at James between the wooden planks. His laughing. I could feel not only my skin crawl, but James' as well. This distorted man whom James directed his anger to: Who was he? A Cultist of Silent Hill? What did I do to piss off someone like that? From clear indication. This guy didn't want to keep me alive. James was struggling to escape his position. Tied and handcuffed. He seemed to be thinking more clearly than myself. How badly was I beaten? Third Section: We're at Jack's Inn. Time lapse? We escaped? Was it all a dream? Confusion and disoriented. I found James sitting at the small desk writing down, perhaps recent series of events. It seemed like he was in his own thoughts. "You all right?" James breaking away from his writing, realizing I was conscious. Was it really all a nightmare? "You should rest." We were safe. So what's the deal? If what I experienced wasn't a nightmare? Did I almost drown? Was I almost murdered? "Crash" isn't saying anything. Should I be worried? I should observe Crash's face. That would have given me a more solid answer. What about our wrists? I could have examined his wrists or even mine. Markings. Anything. If any of this infact was true. That means James and I aren't alone in Silent Hill. If this is infact true: We aren't safe in Silent Hill. James. The dream/metaphysical experience I had while trying to process all this has been beyond my own comprehension. Whoever that man was whom perhaps used either of us as bait; it's unclear as of right now. What his motives were. It's a troubling thought either of us were being hunted. Regardless. Thank you. As I was being drown by that monster. I couldn't process my thoughts and yet even still I am in awe. I should out right say what's on my mind. Thank you for saving me. I couldn't fight back. Yet as you freed yourself; your immediate goal was to save me without a second thought. I don't know what else to say at this moment.

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