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It is that I'm at this Halloween party store setting up Halloween stuff and for some reason I'm always setting up these grim reapers at random places cuz we have a lot of them... Anyways, there's always this mass murderer who comes from the Halloween store I work at and he's ruining Halloween, slaughtering kids trick or treating and I stay in my house watching kids being killed, heads falling off. Until of course, people start running inside. Now this killer is dressed in a costume, and carries around this fake looking knives which apparently aren't fake. Well in the dream, I ALWAYS LEAVE MY HOUSE cuz there's this little kid who has to be about three walking around crying because he can't find his mom so I run out there to get him and he won't let me pick him up and run in the house with him and squirms when I try to move him towards the house and I can't leave him there to die. all of a sudden I see the guy down my block, about eight houses down and I'm crying and screaming at this kid because I'm so scared and I don't want either of us to die and he won't come with me and I don't know what to do, but every time I look back at the murderer he is a house closer and when he gets about ten feet from us I throw the kid over my shoulder and sprint at my house and OF COURSE I trip up my stairs and the murder is walking towards us and I'm dragging this kid by his arm as I limp towards my door and right when I step in the door, the murderer grabs my arm that's pulling the kid and I look at him and then I wake up

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I had a dream my godmother had been writing checks to me each month but sending it to the wrong address. Her son ask me if I ever recieved one check from her and I told him no. he said she had been sending me thousands of dollars each month. we were walking into another room so we could talk in private because my godmother was in the kitchen cooking chicken parmigna. she said that was the way she learned to cook it in school and if it wasn't right, there was nothing she could do. as her son and i were walking away there was two steps that went down into the dining room. there was a spoon laying at the bottom step in front of me. instead of walking down the steps i jumped to avoid the spoon and hurt my leg. i limped into the other room with her son and as we started to talk and look for her checks, i woke up with a sharp pain in my leg

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There was Andrew, Kenny, Ricardo, and Vicky. I gradually found out that my best friend Kenny had gone to see a Spongebob movie with Vicky, and it had lasted seven hours. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” I shouted at him. Vicky stood to the side looking guilty. Anxiety engulfed me; the realization that the only person true to me was Andrew made me flock to the younger boy in desperation. I started to slowly kiss his face, but petals formed where my lips intended on his skin. I exited the room; I glimpsed Kenny’s hurt face. I received a text that was elaborately decorated with newspaper cubes and strips, along with Kenny’s own dialog. He was hurting, and wanted forgiveness. “I was the paradox of a nun earlier, but you didn’t give me chance before you went over to Andrew and kissed his petals…”

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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 had a dream last night. I was on board a commercial flight with friends from my previous holiday (we never used planes on that holiday I may add). There were two simultaneous flights. We were on board one aeroplane and another, headed to the same destination was flying slightly ahead of us. From the window I occasionally caught a glimpse of the other plane. At the time of the crash, we were passing over some very tropical and beautiful scene below; there were many locals, possibly African, sailing in tiny boats and fishing and generally bustling around on the coast. As I looked from the window I could see a vast plethora of coloured sails, umbrellas and people wearing fantastically coloured clothes. It was beautiful. Shortly after, a message came over the speaker system that we would be dropping altitude dramatically, in order to overtake the other plane, as our pilot thought they were travelling too slowly and the best way for us to pick up speed in order to pass the plane was to manage a controlled drop from altitude whilst turning. All the passengers and I had full confidence in the pilot and suffered no anxiety. As we lowered towards the beautiful coastal scene I was amazed by the perfect curvature of the earth that I could see, the sea seemed to bend on the horizon. I spoke to my friend next to me, a passenger called Pete from Singapore. He told me much about the locals below and I admired his knowledge, however the details of this conversation escape me. Soon after, another message came over the intercom, it was the pilot. He was very happy, almost boastful, about how well he had done in passing the other plane, and that now we could continue with great speed on to our destination (I don’t actually know where we were headed). The pilot then added that he was now going to regain the appropriate altitude for the flight and therefore a dramatic climb was imminent. The nose of the plane rose to an almost vertical ascent. So much so that I adjusted myself on my seat so that my backside as, in fact, on the headrest of my chair. Other people stayed as they were, seated as though they were in the carriage of a climbing rollercoaster. This is a thought which occurred to me in the dream, it actually felt like we were on a rollercoaster. Despite this everybody was calm. I had a mild disquiet in my stomach however and my trust in the pilot had diminished somewhat. I saw him as an arrogant show-off, was any of this necessary? A short while later, the plane began to stall and fall from the sky. We crashed into the ocean not far from the coast. Things went black for a short moment and there was the feeling of a powerful impact. When vision was restored however, everyone around me was fine, except I had a terrible dread feeling that people somewhere must have lost their lives, and that myself and my neighbours were very lucky to be unharmed. We all quite calmly unbuckled ourselves from the seats and proceeded to force open the door and slide down the escape chutes in a very orderly fashion. We were introduced to the warm tropical ocean for the first time. I paused at the exit and was surprised to see everybody wearing life jackets. I asked the stewardess where they were kept and she claimed not to know. I checked under my seat and found nothing. Nevertheless, I slid down into the sea. The water was warm and calm; the plane wreckage seemed to disappear instantly. Me and my friends swam calmly towards the shore. That beautiful and colourful scene. We were met part way by local fisherman similarly swimming in the water. They had the look of aboriginal or tribal denizens yet were polite and spoke good English, we exchanged greetings and nothing more as we headed to the beach. Upon reaching the sandy shore I remember seeing coins buried under a light covering of sand. I bent down and inspected further. I discovered that the coins were English pennies, all different types. Upon this discovery I was filled with a terrible feeling that the second plane had crashed too, and that must be how these coins arrived upon the beach. I felt, or feared that, everybody on the second plane had died in the crash. It was at this moment that I woke up.

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