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I was with my ex partner who

I was with my ex partner who sexually assaulted me in the past, I told him to leave because everyone hates him and he didn't want to. After that I started hitting him with spiky branches and he kept yelling. He started trying to hit me back but I managed to take the branch away and I punched him with my fists so much that he started turning into a smaller and smaller doll made of ash, when I realized what I've done I told him that he ruined my life, that he's going to suffer for that and that he suffers for what he's done

I dreamt I killed a man. I

I dreamt I killed a man. I made him get down on his knees then I shot him in the head and walked away. The man had apparently sexually assaulted a child.

I dreamed my mother who is not

I dreamed my mother who is not alive telephoned me asked for me i said it was me and she hung up.I called her back no one answered. AT the same time in my dream i was having a home invasion directed to me by 2 men who were teying to assault me..

I was driving down a highway at

I was driving down a highway at night time. a motorcycle suddenly swerved in front of me. there were two people on the motorcycle. there was another vehicle in front of the motorcycle. the motorcycle started to swerve on the road but in its lane then it suddenly hit the car in front of it.i stopped my car. i saw the passenger of the motorcycle fly in the air doing somersaults as it returned to the ground, it was a women the driver a man of the motorcycle jumped on top of the women a was strangling her he then looked up and saw me watching he lept to his feet and started running towards me

I was in a dark room. No

I was in a dark room. No light, no sound, no nothing. Silence. A small little light turned on. I saw myself walking towards the edge of the room, towards it. Suddenly, I walked off the edge. I fell but I didn’t hit the ground. I just kept falling, screaming, but no sound came out. Then, the room did a somersault, and I saw myself on the ground. Suddenly, the room lit up. Grandma was standing next to me. An eerie whirring noise, like you would hear in those Alien-Invasion movies, filled my ears as she walked towards me, reaching out. Poof! She touched me, and disappeared into a cloud of dust. “Grandma!” I screamed, but only me hearing it. The room kept spinning, and everything went completely white.

I was working at a convenience/dollar store

I was working at a convenience/dollar store like Dollar Tree. Mark came in and began to harass me. He was mad because he wanted Gigi. He would do a sort of cycle: come inside, pester me, leave, return, repeat. Finally fed up I took him by the neck and escorted him to the front of the store. Before I reached the manager I released him and pretended I never touched him. I explained to the manager what happened, leaving out the part about my assault and battery of a customer, and that I wanted to file a report. Without even hearing my story or meeting Mark they seemed to take his side almost immediately. Sad and angry I went back to work. Later on Mark returned. This time he followed me around the store. As I was walking away and trying to ignore him he ran up beside me, swearing. I saw that he had a kitchen knife. I became afraid. He grabbed my arm and I tried to remove the knife. But I was unsuccessful. He inflicted several cuts before I was able to remove the blade from his hand. At that exact moment a cop approached us. Believing I had inflicted the wounds on myself, the cop was going to take me to a psych ward. Terrified, I ran out of the store I was working at and into a large grocery store that was dimly lit and appeared abandoned. I ran until I reached the entrance to a secret strip club in the back; my plan was to run through here and find an exit that led out to a back alley. The two women who headlined in this private grocery store gentleman's club were somehow personal friends of mine. They were middle-aged black women who looked like long time drug users, and one of them I owed money