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It started as we were in school. My school uniform but in a library that was a mix of my high school and primary school one. It was me and a few teachers that looked familiar but i couldnt recognize them, same with the students around us. The teachers told me that because i was really smart they wanted to do these tests. So this teacher who looked really familiar but something was off about her go into this room in the middle of the library. Right in the middle made of all glass. We sit down next to each other at a regular school desk and chairs. She starts asking questions off of the paper in front of her that are just general knowledge and math related questions. She then starts asking for personal details like my age, name, weight etc. As she keeps asking them in suddenly sitting in a big leather chair that slowly starts lifting up towards the roof. There was a cut out in the roof the perfect size of my body. I keep going up in this chair and enter this cut out but it stops at my elbows. It is tight to my body and pitch black. It is so tight that the chair lowers down but i stay up in the air. The teacher keeps asking the questions and starts taking photos of me. She starts taking photos up my school skirt too. I then heard this faint beep and then the words "scanning complete" and i was suddenly in a new room. This same teacher and i, along with another who looks familiar are walking down a light purple corridor. we are just having a general conversation when the teacher from earlier says "i had to go get a blood test after i did my tests, make sure you do that and give us the results". (i have a fear of needles). We then walk into this room that is dark purple with computers along one wall and a kids play area in the back corner. My friend is sitting in the room. I go to walk into the room and they stop me. They told me that i had to take my shoes off before entering and i turn around and see the corridor lined with little kids shoes, so i take them off and walk in. I then walk in the room and turn around to look at the teachers. they smile and say in perfect unison, "and if anything is said or done in this room, just make sure it is recorded and documented." They then shut the door and suddenly im in a new room. I knew that it was later in the day and i was at my old primary school. I was sitting on the steps waiting for my friends, there were kids and parents all around, and that same teacher just watching me. I hear footsteps behind me and turn to see my boyfriend and his friends behind me. we start talking and all sit together. My boyfriend s is looking at his phone and starts laughing, so i ask him to show me. he turns his phone so i can see and shows me a video of a girl crying talking about a test. Saying the same things that happened to me. I start crying and my boyfriend hugs me but then i start screaming. Every person is sitting up perfectly still, not moving and staring straight ahead. I keep screaming but everybody is frozen still.

I was driving my car along the road leading to my neighborhood where I think I made a bad maneuver and bumped into a car entering the road through an intersection. I then woke up in front of a house in a neighborhood comprising of mainly two-story homes, I think the sky was cloudy. I then noticed a young, unfamiliar man. He also saw me and told me that he found and helped me. For I moment I thought the collision was a dream until I saw my car in front of me, its right side was bent in a curve. I panicked and screamed, condemning myself for letting this happen again (I was once involved in a very minor collision before). As I cried, the man a few feet away noticed and asked why I was upset. I showed him my car and he jovially claimed that he could fix it. I felt relieved. Although, I remember being concerned about the cost but did not ask him about it. However, the car that I thought was my car now looked different; instead of black, it was a light grey. I think the sky had gotten brighter but I'm not sure. I then noticed what was actually my car nearby. The damage to it was not major, only the part of the right side very close to the front bumper was dented. I tell the man that this was my car and not the other one and then he says that he can fix it even more easily. The relief I felt earlier magnified. The dream ends here.

I walk towards the entrance of a forest. It has a raised mud wall (waist-high) on either side leading up into the forest, like a pathway, and looks as though a gate should be there. Sitting right at the 'entrance' is an old, dishevelled and unshaven man behind a large desk. I approach and greet him, then drift past him, walking along the mud walls, when I see two corpses and two dead dogs lying along it. The men are in a late stage of decomposing. The dogs are lying on their backs with their legs thrown up in the air as though they have been electrocuted. Immediately, I suspect the 'gatekeeper' of their murder. I turn and ask him whether he killed them, both men and dogs, and he says that no, this is how he found them upon arriving there at dawn. I tell him that we can't leave them here this way as it's too disturbing a sight and suggest we put them away. We wrap each corpse in black bin-liners and I help him carry the dogs to some shrubs, but I tell him I feel too disgusted to carry the men, as they are humans

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On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

I was driving my car along the road leading to my neighborhood where I think I made a bad maneuver and bumped into a car entering the road through an intersection. I then woke up in front of a house in a neighborhood comprising of mainly two-story homes, I think the sky was cloudy. I then noticed a young, unfamiliar man. He also saw me and told me that he found and helped me. For I moment I thought the collision was a dream until I saw my car in front of me, its right side was bent in a curve. I panicked and screamed, condemning myself for letting this happen again (I was once involved in a very minor collision before). As I cried, the man a few feet away noticed and asked why I was upset. I showed him my car and he jovially claimed that he could fix it. It was with this that I realized he was a mechanic. I felt relieved. Although, I remember being concerned about the cost but did not ask him about it. However, the car that I thought was my car now looked different; instead of black, it was a light grey. I think the sky had gotten brighter but I'm not sure. I then noticed what was actually my car nearby. The damage to it was not major, only the part of the right side very close to the front bumper was dented. I tell the man that this was my car and not the other one and then he says that he can fix it even more easily. The relief I felt earlier magnified. The dream ends here.

In this dream, I was baptized and when the pastor said “wash away your sins” I instantly forgot all of my sins. Then, to celebrate the baptism, my mom, grandma, boyfriend , and I went to the beach. My boyfriend and I were walking along the beach when we got to this one part where the color of the water and rocks instantly changes and I asked why they change and my boyfriend told me that it’s where Colorado meets California (mind you California and Colorado do not touch) then we walked back and I went to talk to my mom and she told me she wanted me to swim out to the middle of the ocean to this concrete slab (important detail: I can’t swim) she wanted me to swim out there and do a cartwheel on this chunk of concrete so she could take a picture of me so she could send it to my choir teacher because it was almost her birthday and my mom was convinced she loves rectangles. When I told my mom I wouldn’t do it my grandma yelled at me and told me if I didn’t do it she’d make me get baptized again because of my new sins.

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