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The dream started at my house. My

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.

The Apocalypse begins when all major banks

The Apocalypse begins when all major banks fail. However there's a small group of enlightened, aware people that have seen this coming and made preparations. They had taken their money out of the banks and into smaller unions which remain unfazed by the destructing . When the when the global financial system crumbles, this causes chaos and pandemonium on earth, however it's just a distraction. While the majority of people are crippled by the events, the astute observer notices amidst the chaos, there are strong, unusually focused characters of superhuman strength training in the rubble. An uprising led by an evil force is beginning and they are training for war . The enlightened ones take heed of this and band together to form an alliance against this evil that is brewing. They begin their training, as well, based on teachings and predictions found in a book called Terra Firma and this is what the second group calls themselves.

I was sitting in a stone cylinder,

I was sitting in a stone cylinder, with a vat of acid sludge, or some sort of biological weapon above me. I was wearing a white jumpsuit with gold down the sides, and I had obviously just fought my way in. I was just waiting for the vat to be poured on me, and I wanted it to, but I knew thy were going to stop it, even as it started to be poured. I could see it tipping and wondered where the "guns" were to stop it. Finally the vat stopped and was put back, and I stood to wait for my release, thinking that it was great for them to stop it, but horrible for me because I wanted to die. I went to a training center where I was fighting really hard (killing people), and then went into the hallway. In the hallway, scissors used for torture fell down the stairs. A man came out and grabbed them, looked at me then ran away, saying "It wouldn't happen again." I was back home, and I came up the stairs, where I guess I was staying with some friends, or distant family. My friend Trevor was there, and I flirted with him a lot, even though he was in some sort of relationship. There was a little kid, about 8, sitting at the table and a woman was sitting near him (Trevor's partner) quizzing him on something. I told them that there was no point in quizzing him because it was a nice day and why on Earth would you need to know capitals? I It was Christmas morning so there were presents to be opened. Before that though, breakfast was still needed. A man with a goatee came down the stairs on crutches, and Trevor's partner told him that he needed to eat something because he hadn't eaten anything. I asked him if he wanted something, assuming he would say no like he had to everyone else, but he said that he wanted some good eggs. Trevor complained that I was already in charge, so I responded with the fact that I'm awesome. There was already coffee brewing, so I grabbed some and another mug for the man on crutches. The whole dream, I felt loathing for myself and slight happiness when with Trevor. I was extremely capable, and very dangerous. I don't know if I was on the good side or the bad, but that I was hoping to die.