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The dream started at my house. My brother and I were home alone. Then these black vans surrounded our house. I remember being told to "watch out for black vans." I try to get my brother up, saying we have to hide, but he didn't believe me. As one of them walked up to the house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sometimes we leave our front door open for fresh air. After I did that, they left us alone for a while, but they were still watching us, watching our every move. I tried to call my mom, or 911, but I guess the men did something to our service too. So we hid and waited. Then I got the bright idea (why, dream me, why) of trying to run to the neighbors house and ask for help. My brother and I took the back door out, but the men were still encircled around the house. They got a hold of me, my brother escaped. They took me to this abandoned, overpopulated house that was in terrible shape. It was in the middle of downtown San Diego, I'm surprised no one saw it. By overpopulated I mean it was filled with other kids I knew, who were also all abducted. We were allowed to roam freely around the house, we just had two unofficial rules to live by. 1: Don't try to escape. 2: DON'T anger The King. We also had these weird tracker collars. They would send signals to The King, and he'd send his little men in black vans to go and kill us, and the black van men were everywhere in the outside world. Who is The King? He's the head honcho, the big kahuna of that house. No one knows who he is, or his motives. In fact, no one knew why we were taken here. Nothing bad was happening (yet), but we knew something sinister was brewing underneath. We were scared shitless. One day, The King revealed himself. He was a short, squatty man, but had the face of a sour lemon. He had a sword tucked in its sheath in his belt loop. He didn't announce him as The King, we just all kind of figured, since he looked way way older than the rest of us. He would just walk around the house, as if he was on patrol. If he didn't like the way you look, he'd kill you. If you attempted to kill him (many did), he'd make sure you die the most brutal death. He was terrifying. I avoided him at all costs. What I saw from him was unfathomable. A transgender boy was having a mental breakdown and wasn't in the right mind. He confronted The King, pleading on his knees that he'd let him go. The King looked down at the boy. "You want to be a boy right?" The kid looked up, a little taken back by this comment. "What does that have to do with anything!?" The kid responded with, getting more frustrated and angry. "I'll help you pass better as a boy." The King grabbed him by his fluffy, pretty-long-for-a-boy hair, and scalped him with his sword. Like, he cut off his hair, and scalp, so all you could see was his brain. He fell over dead. The King did all of this with such a deadpan face. He turned to the boy's body, spat on it, and muttered, "Tranny pig." Everyone watching, and there was a lot of them, turned away once The King turned to walk away. This man was a monster. I saw a lot of kids I knew there, who were from school, dance, the neighborhood, etc. I saw a girl I knew from school and cheer leading on the verge of death, anothr cheerleading classmate, who was also her best friend, cradling her, crying. The King shot the dying one in the thigh, because she tried to escape, leaving her to die slowly. It was pretty merciful, compared to the other methods of punishment. This broke my heart. The two most popular and joyous girls I knew were at utmost despair. Throughout the dream, I could only think about my parents and my brother. Flash forward to another day, I'm walking around the house, like usual, with the rest of the "herd" of abducted children, and I meet up with that one girl who was cradling and crying over her dying best friend. We talked a little, she's very damaged because of what happened to her best friend. She tells me we need to escape. That her friend's death cannot be in vain. I'm very reluctant, but I'm pretty fast on my feet. I agree. We climb over the wall, and run a couple meters from the house. I look back, and I understand why no one sees the kids, or anything that's occurring in that house. There's some sort of protection field that makes it still look like its abandoned from the outside. The sirens go off. Green lazor lights are everywhere. Those represent the locations of the Black Van Men. We make it as far as the freeway. We try to remove the collars but we can't. Then I wake up.

In a large crowded building, it seems we are trapped inside and apart of some huge social test, they open the doors only to let in a rush of horror movie-esque serial killers to pick us off one by one, luckily, i am few of the fortunate ones, i run and hide into a futuristic elevator with a few other people inside, lying on the floor. i exit the elevator and do it all over again, one man looked like a burn victim with no face / facial feautures dressed in a firefighter / cop uniform, then exited the building. there was an uproar in the crowd as they were about to release the next set of monsters into the ring, i was devasted and screaming and ran to the elevator again, knowing that it had worked in the past, i run to exit and the elevator malfunctions and does not open, i can feel the bite of the beast, the count down.. suddenly, i dart inside and barely make the close! i find him inside there, holding me close.. hat tipped sideways i can even see his face, "hold on tight" he whispers, as he hacks the elevator, pressing every button simutaneously until we end up in another dimension, its night time and im making a run for it, almost seen, apartment complexes everywhere, its day now and im walking up a hill, i see large trucks and they make me nervous, soda trucks with bumper stickers on them, something tells me not to go that way...

I have had the same type of dream since I was young. It starts with me waking up, in a bed that's not mine but still familiar. A man, his face obstructed, sleeps next to me. He is warm, I feel safe near him. He wakes up and suddenly I remember why we must hide our love. It's always a different reason. But the danger remains. I try to convince him to leave, I tell him I'm not worth his death. He dismisses my fears. However soon, another man, this one dark and cold kills my love in front of me. He offers me a choice, love me or die. I would rather die than be with him. He always kills me in a horrible and painful fashion. My death always has different excuse; witch, traitor, whore. I wake up feeling my wounds.

I don’t know when this is but for some reason, it is in Chicago or Los Angeles I meet an alien who the size of a toddler. He states that he and comrades come in peace and hope to stay on Earth. People approve and people disapprove, others are just frightening. The aliens are nice enough to introduce advanced technology. The doctors take it an advantage. I use it on my grandma with my own discount they give me and she is given a whole new body. But it’s sadly a Russian model, who is loved by many. My grandma is 65 but is in the body of a 25-year-old. There are even a store and school dedicated to her. I’m with these group of people: Jason, Clare, and two other people I don’t know. I actually become the watcher at this point The aliens confess that they have refuged from a darker source. Sadly, the Russian model is involved. The world turns its back on the aliens and separates them in reservations. This makes me sad because the alien who I got to know had become my best friend. The group of people actually help me find out how to make humans believe they are no better than the violent aliens they think they see. The entire world is in fire and rage, almost like an abandoned city in the Walking Dead Our plan was to try to show the advance technology the doctors believe to take advantage of was good to do. Jason, giving the fact he said he was studying to be a surgeon, puts his blood in and makes beautiful but vicious plants. But our plan backfires a bit because the Russian model is a bounty hunter. We leave Jason with the experiments to find out that the darker force is coming, in large black glowing ships, the world panics as the ships just stand there, while that happens, Jason is murdered by the Russian model by drowning in the water and being eaten by the plants. His blood and his body fill the tank as the plants suddenly die. We come back to find him like this and I state that it’s the Russian model and I state I will be the one to kill her because her technique of killing is at closing time, she walks casually out while another rush out and she shoots a tranquilizer with pink liquid at her victim. The Russian model knows what I plan to do so she casually just goes with the process I say. At closing time, the model is ready to leave while I casually walk in front of her. She shoots it but I turn my back, catching it. The model runs to me and pins me down, trying to put the tranquilizer on me, but I reverse her hold and inject her with the pink liquid and push back in the purple dark aura that appears to return herself to a nicer but dizzy state. We help her out and turns out my alien friend is there because he could sense me. We go back to the clinic with Jason covered. We look at the purple aura and try to use the system to try to find out what made her calm and “normal.” We find that the pink liquid was meant for the model because she had been given nanobots to made her that way. It only killed others because they were aliens. The purple liquid, however, that was inhaled, was the negativity that was in her. So, we all decided to take liquids that the doctors had tinkered with and take them back to the aliens We come outside when it turns out the reporter states how we will be arrested for taking doctors’ equipment and trying to go to the reservation. But we say, “so?”. I hide the alien friend in the bathroom and keep watch as the reporter gets upset and grabs a heavy hammer that she thinks she can carry. Behind her are other reporters, they all get upset at one another and apparently beat each other to death. In the end of my dream, it’s stuck at the point where all reporters are dead.

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