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Across the street from a house my sister rents there is a house I see in the drea. The refurburbished farmhouse. A long driveway, on a hill. I picture an old farm house, white with grey boards in some areas. There are mature trees, not many, close to the house, in front on the left side of it. The focus of the dream was that owners, more recent owners, changed the windows in it within the past 6-ish years. They do not suit the age of the home and are a bit oversized, like there is huge panes of glass, but sectioned off glass. Here's the weird part. Because there are new windows in the home that do not match the house, that the spirit of the owners (from the earlier 1900's do not feel that the house is theirs any longer. I picture a woman in a long pleated skirt in the front yard, not far from the front door and that she was married to a man that worked with horses and land. I could see her husband at the side of the house (door also on the right side of house) which he used mostly. I couldn't see that they had kids, but that there was a big building on the back of the house, to the right of it once upon a time, likely a barn, grey, not painted, he spent most of his time there. I get the impression the current owners are aware of their spirit and that they wonder if they are out to scare them. It's not that the former spirit are melicious, but they are confused by the new outer layout of the windows and they are wondering around the property.

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I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

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I am a young girl in a 40's or 50's style summer dress in a backyard (very barren) there is a big house but no-one around and I'm in the middle of nowhere there is a light breeze and it's quite warm but very earie. As I am in the backyard I am sitting at a little table playing with a tea set, as I'm playing two very tall men walk around the corner (I can't see their faces they appear blacked out) and I think they are wearing some sort of uniform. I don't want to go with them and as they get close I can see a massive explosion on the horizon which turns into a mushroom cloud as it gets closer I can feel the heat and the wind and the men are happy and I wake up just before the explosion finally reaches me. I haven't had this dream in almost 2 year but before that I had it at least once a year every year from an extremely young age and I am now 21 years of age. I get the feeling it is something I have experienced before as it is so realistic and more like a memory then a dream.

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You, in the schoolyard I am ready to kill and no one here knows of my loneliness Red welts on white skin I hurt you and you cry loudly Now you are scared and I am ready my black blood soils your dress Your white flesh excites me so I am just a gigolo your white flesh enlightens me My black blood and your white flesh I get hornier and hornier from your screams the cold sweat on your white forehead hails into my sick brain Your white flesh excites me so I am just a gigolo my father was exactly like me your white flesh enlightens me Now you are scared and I am ready my sick existence cries for redemption your white flesh becomes my scaffold * in my heaven there is no god Your white flesh excites me so I am just a gigolo your white flesh enlightens me my father was exactly like me your white flesh excites me so I am just a sad gigolo your white flesh enlightens me

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