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Me and at least 20 different people were running from lots of different evil creatures trying to kill us. Every time one of us killed a creature, a new, scarier one appeared. Another girl and I were running in a huge building. We got into an elevator and went to the 6th floor. The 6th floor was only a small cramped hiding space without windows. We got in and hid. All of the sudden spikes came from every wall and crushed us to death. The spikes continuously crushed and stabbed us. As soon as the first spike went through me, I was no longer in my own body. I watched myself die. Then I watched everyone else die while I just sat on a hill with the other girl I died with. Then we got our dead, grizzly bodies and carried them away on a stretcher.

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I was with a foreign friend and we were walking down in san Francisco and we got dropped off of a car to find my id that I had and we looked to the left and a girl stranger was just about to jump off of a building and she did and and did summersaults down and I looked away just as she landed but my friend saw and were distraught and held hands and then when we walked to the right there was another girl who also committed suicide and there was blood all around her. we walked to a hotel where I saw new and old friends all together checking into a hotel room and then we came back to the car that dropped us off to find the one girl gone and just the blood on the sidewalk

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I'm in one of the rooms at the art building, and its a sort of circle of people, and a talk of religion. I wear a purple burqa (like Afghanistan) with only my eyes showing, everything else covered. and the older man is tell me to walk around in the middle of the circle and look into the eyes of everyone. And for them to look back at me. Kim is one of the people sitting down. I do so, and the man takes pictures of me. the veil slips a little and parts of my face show at times, like my nose and lips, but I lift it back up.

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I went to sleep. i found my self in a hall as a firefighter during halloween we marched all over the building and all of the sudden the decorations change to christmas decorations an I am no longer a firefighter. i have short brown hair an am in a pettie coat. its snowing outside and i am still in the building. i walk through some doors and all of the sudden i am in a chappel. the walls are grey and there are 2 foutains and 1 water fall. the room is huge. there are grey stain glass widows and all of the suddens i change back to blonde and my clothes become a gown. there are others wondering around here. I wonder for alwhile and the a catholic preist shows up he is in a white robe and gold coller he speaks to me. he says that this place is my sacturary and it will become what ever i want it to be. all of the sudden i invision trees and they pop up around the foutins. he walks with me for awhile and starts to talk. he tells me that it is not my time to go. and that i have too much still to do on earth before i can go home. and then i wake up

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I am so scared that I had this dream. It was absolutely terrifying. I am so horrified right now, and I beg you for your help. I dreamed that I was with my dad. We were driving somewhere far away, perhaps to another town, and I had never been there before. We pulled up at a school, and I remember seeing a chain link fence, and a scoreboard, like the ones they use for sports. I got out of the car, and I knew that he was going to wait there until I was finished with whatever I was doing. I found myself in a library, but it was dark and people were screaming. There was so much death, there was a group of a few people killing everyone in the library. I suddenly was with my younger brother, and a man who I didn't know, but was a friend because of these circumstances. They went to go get help, and I don't know if I was supposed to follow them, but I heard them murdered with a knife, and I heard a choking sound as they died. I was in shock, and I felt nothing but grief for them. And terror for my own life. So I curled up on one of the shelves and pretended to be dead. One of the killers found me, and began talking to another killer. She started rubbing her hands along my side, and I thought that it was useless of me to play dead, and that she knew I was faking. So I opened my eyes, feeling so much fear. Then I found myself bound and sitting on the floor in between the aisles of books. The killers were all around me doing various things, and I knew I was the only one alive. I could tell they were preparing to kill me. I started sobbing, as being tortured is one of my greatest fears. I cannot describe my horror and absolute desperate terror. But I had given up, and knew there was no way I was going to escape. I continued sobbing, and the killers all came to me and tried to comfort me, saying they were going to kill me quickly. I felt comforted by this, but still felt myself clinging to life. Yet I had resigned myself to my fate. I then found myself sitting on a beige mat, the kind you usually see in the wrestling arenas. I was still bound, and sitting watching a small tv with the killers. We were watching a tape of the leader of the killers, and I remember knowing that these killers were a vast organization that no one knew about. As we were watching, the leader, who was old but still lethal and fit, was sparring with other killers. He swung onto the bars they use for gymnastics, but miscalculated, and crashed to the floor, in a sitting position. Everything around him turned black, but you could see him still. It was as if I was standing behind him, not looking through a tv screen. I watched all of his bones explode out of his body, forced out by the impact of his hit to the floor, yet there was no blood. I fellt horror at what i was witnessing, and deep revulsion. I was back in the room with the killers watching the tv. I saw the woman who had first found me cover her mouth and let out a strangled sob at the leaders death. She then turned stone cold, all emotion fled her face, and she turned to the killer next to me and asked him if he could "finish the job" meaning to kill me. He nodded. I then found myself being led through a construction zone, somewhere in the back of the building. There was a bunch of grey metal scaffolding set up, an I could hear saws and see sparks coming from someone welding. I saw men in bright green hospital suits walking up and down the cold grey metal scaffolding. I saw a group of 4 thugs leading a man out. The thugs were skinny, but tough an obnoxious in a sadistic, mentally insane way. The man was in a white hospital gown, and I could see blood dripping down it from several places along his torso and back. I remember feeling so intensely betrayed, as my killers had promised me a quick death when it was plain that they were going to torture me as they had this man. He seemed to have found a renewed strength, for he was at the end of his rope, and did not care if he was tortured. He only cared about not dying a coward, and not complying to these men. He stood in the middle of this noise and scaffolding, his thugs calling him a dog and telling the "dog" to come or they would hurt him more. I could tell that he was making this distraction so I could escape, and so that he could die with honor. I felt confident and dangerous and emotionless. I just let determination take over me, and I turned into a machine with just one sole purpose: to escape. I broke free from my killers, and I remember running down a white hallway with many doors. Two of the men in the bright green tries to stop me, but I hit them both in the throat with my forearm, stunning them and kept on running. I could tell that there were more following me, but I got outside and knew I had some time. I knew that they would not venture out of the compound, and that I had bought some time. I remember finding my dad in the truck, and must have told him what happened. He and I both had that emotionless determination, me to escape this place, and he to protect me. I jumped in the car and crouched down as he began to drive out of the school. I remember more chain link fences, and many school children and cars waiting to pick them up. One of the guards was a killer, disguised as a school security guard. My dad knew what he truly was, and leaned out of the window and told him if he wanted the agent, to phone him in the car two cars behind us. I knew my dad was trying to throw him off our trail, and the killer seemed to understand what my dad said, and went to interrogate the other car. We sped out of there, and I remember wondering how my father knew to say that. I thanked him for staying for me and being there for me, and I felt our bond as father and daughter grow to such a strength. We arrived at home, and I found myself in our dining room. It had white walls and a small wood table and chairs. I remember talking to my mother and father about what happened, and felt the old terror returning, but also a safety and comfort that I had from being back with my family and out of that place. I think my sorrow and fear and horror and terror all exploded out if me, for I screamed something, and found myself sobbing without control into my couch. I felt anger and such a deep sorrow and fear. I remember holding a swimsuit top and sobbing into it, it was olive green and had tiny flower patterns drawn into it. I remember sobbing into it, and I felt my mother behind me stroking my back, trying to comfort me, and I remember thinking to myself, wondering I I would ever get past what I had seen and felt. I awoke with tears in my eyes. I am so shaken by this, I am pleading to you for your help. Please help me understand. Thank you so very much.

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I was walking barefoot in some slummy area of a big city with high rises all around me. The next moment I was in this building. I dreamed that I was in an opulent men's bathroom. It had beige-ish coloured marble floors and walls. Big mirrors all around. There were 7 basins. At each basin was a Jewish man. They were all dressed in black suites, white shirts, black hats and very bright blue shawls. Each basin had an arrangement of soaps and candles. All in white. I wanted to wash my hands in the 7th person's basin, but he refused. He told me to wash my hands in another big boxy basin. I refused. It appeared that they were preparing for some sort of ritual.

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