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California was flooding, probably the entire U.S. The water kept rising higher, like waves, and we found all these flooded towns where people drowned. We were trapped on this hill and we didn't have a lot of time, my entire family was visiting. So we were together. My grandma and I were looking fir ways out when we found this family that had shot themselves, even the kids before the water could get there. The man had this card in his vest pocket that said This Is My Choice. I took the card to use if I decided to do the same. I knew we were going to die, and my Uncle had this gun. I didn't want to drown, it terrifed me, where's the only thing I was scared of shooting myself for was the water receding and me making the wrong choice. As I was debating, and my grandma told me it was my choice if I wanted to go through with it, that she wouldn't stop me, these hundreds of people came out of nowhere, walking towards us. To be honest we thought they were zombies, because what the hell thats our luck. So we started shooting. I took the gun and while i really didnt know how to shoot i did pretty well, and it was when they started dropping we knew they were human, because i was too unskilled to get a headshot. So we thought they were just trying to steal our home and supplies and remained on guard. Finally they convinced us they just wanted shelter until the end, and we let them stay on the worn out bus we had. I was there with them protecting the kids and still trying to decide rather to shoot myself or not, and that was like the tenth time i had put the barrel to my temple and put it down when these little girls ask me not to shoot myself. I laugh hysterically and say " do you have any idea how many of you i just slaughtered? And you're asking me to stay alive? Why?" And before they could answer i thought "Leigh Ann" and burst into tears. The girls asked what was wrong and I said that I was going to die here and never said goodbye to the person who Was always there for me, that i loved her like a sister and now she was probably dead. I kept trying to call you, because some. There were towers that were still working, so I tried to get signal, to warn you, hoping maybe you had a chance in Texas, tell you I loved youand thanks for everything, but i couldn't get through my phone rebelled, and just kept playing recordings of us talking, which made me cry harder, and The kids tried to comfort me while the gun fell beside me on the seat. Then i woke up.

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My mom, my sister, and I would take a trip up to some cabin onto of a hill surrounded by forest. Us three would get settled into the cabin and then my mom would tell me to go out and grab some firewood. Every time on the way back to the cabin I would see one wolf coming up through the driveway growling at me and then all of the sudden I would be surrounded by a bunch of wolves with no way out. Then my dad comes barreling down the driveway and to the cabin to save the day. Everytime he takes my place and somehow I am able to get away from the wolves. The first time I had the dream my dad shot all of the wolves and we were safe. The second time he didn’t shoot them, but was somehow able to scare them all away. And the last time I had the dream, my dad sent my sister and I to the nearby village, but when we were finally able to get help and get back my dad was dead. I haven’t had the dream since.

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It was night time I was staying at a school. I smoked weed with a group of older people in the football field. There was a shed in the back of the school with fireworks in a barrel next to it. I hid some fireworks in the shed while smoking a cigarette. The sun starts rising and I see a man pretending to dress as a firefighter. He starts pouring gasoline out of a gas tank all across the backside of the school. And lights it on fire. The fore was put out and the man was arrested. Later on after it's already turned day I meet two children at the front of the school. Little girl named Abigail with brown curly hair and big brown eyes and a round face. They were playing on a catapult. I smoke a cigarette and leave the school

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It was at night and my whole family was sleeping. In this dream, I had a sister, in real life I do not have a sister. During the night three men came into the house, they opened my sisters room and raped her. (I am female in real life) I felt as though i was a man in this dream. I remember, my mother telling me to run to the gray truck and get away. I drove as fast as i could, Then two of the guys chased me in their white truck with a 2 barreled riffle trying to shoot at me. It suddenly turned to a scene away from the house in a street i don't know but it was long. They were still chasing me and It was suddenly day time. I remember crashing the truck and feeling perfectly fine. I ran to my aunts house who was conviently close by, For some reason, i jumped her fence and went to the backyard, the fence was one of those picket white fences, with extremely healthy green grass and the sun was bright and everything looked calm and beautiful. I sat at my knees, and the two men stood behind me. I felt surrounded, but not in a bad way i told them something similar to " JUST DO IT ALREADY". They shot at a part of my back, I felt nothing. Then they shot at the right side of the crown of my head, everything looked fuzzy and muffled. I felt as though it was nothing. I then woke up with a shock, and a cold sensation on the spot they shot and "Killed me" in my dream. I was petrified for the rest of the timeLOL.

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I dreamed that i was in a small airplane with 3-4 other people and we took off and something malfunctioned and we did a couple barrel rolls to turn around and land back on the runway. They somehow “fixed” the issue and we took off again like 2 min later. But we couldn’t gain altitude, so we were flying super low, like near cars on a highway. Then we tried to climb because trees were coming and we couldn’t so we had to try and do a sharp turn into a dark forest and i remember curling up in a ball waiting for a collision...but we missed all the trees and stopped short before a short cliff next to a river and we all survived. But the plane broke apart and as i stood up, we were surrounded by a bunch of militants with rifles and they took us. Then i woke up

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I was going on a journey; to where I don’t know, and found myself at the airport. Just before I presented myself to the check-in desk I felt an annoying lump on the bridge my nose; slightly to the left hand side... like a plook. So I trudged off to the nearest mirror for a look, and discovered the shocking truth. This was no pimple, zit, spot or suppuration of pus that had grown like a mountain to the surface of my skin. Nor was this a teenage bout of acne waiting to be compressed between my pinched thumb and forefinger, exuding a lava that resembled the contents of a squeezy bottle of mustard. But what was it? I had to look closer..... A miniature flower had taken root and bloomed through the surface of my earthly pore. Like a daisy gently bristling in a grassy meddow, the pollen scented aroma of summer surrounded by silken petals bloomed in colour and vibrancy. I began to pick off the petals one by one only to find hidden under each an angry wasp buzzing with rage and torment, including the Queen who sat under the petal at the top of the flower pointing north at 12 o’clock. For fear of being stung I couldn’t touch anymore and had to leave any future ‘weeding’ until after my flight. As my flight landed I found myself in Windsor and a new job. I was working for another Queen, this time Elisabeth I of Scotland and II of England. My job was to help with the smooth running of the upcoming Royal Wedding of Harry and Meghan. The job didn’t last and I soon found myself unemployed. Handing back in my Royal page-boy type uniform, consisting of plus fours, white tights, buckled shoes and a thrilly laced shirt, I returned to Mexico. Dejected, starving and struggling for cash I decided, upon advice from a friend, to become self-employed and was soon earning a pittance gift wrapping souvenirs purchased by tourists for their loved ones at home. It wasn’t enough though and my meagre earnings barely stretched to buying a plate of taco soup, rice and beans. But In a weird twist of fate my dream morphed into a strange success story – like the American dream I tweaked my business and moved it lock, stock and two smoking barrels to a gay nightclub. I was now offering a naked gift wrapping service and was rolling in the money.

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