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In my dream, San Diego was ordered to be evacuate due to a threat. The city had to be destroyed. I escaped with a group of strangers. I was in the back seat of the car as it sped away. We were alone on a desert highway when I turned to my left to look out the window. When I stuck my head out the widow to look back, everything became surreal and quiet. I watched in horror as the sky turned black and filled with smoke and debris because the city had been leveled by a nuclear bomb. Then a song permeated my mind and body. It was "Days gone by"

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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".

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On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path. 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.

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I'm in a new apartment standing at the kitchen island. My fiance is eating, and I'm staring out the window with brick wall. An unknown girl who makes no effort to hide herself comes in through the window and steals a bag from the chair. My fiance is unfazed by this, and I go out the window. I end up on a roof and the girl appears around the corner with a knife saying she wants to kill me. I try grabbing the knife and we both have a grip on it. She takes one of her hands and presses it on the blade while laughing. I ask what she was doing. And four figures with no face appear. I mention what they want is at my workplace. One of the four lets me use their phone to call a taxi and the dream ends with a taxi showing up. The second part of the dream has me sitting in a car and the same girl comes out of the building, peering into the car windows. She comes over to the driver side, I don't look back but I can see in the reflection that they're upset.

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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.

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I purchased one of my dream cars (a black Porsche Cayenne) and I was reversing it out of my yard then driving it frequently. I was cruising and I was happy coz it was my dream car. Then I parked in my neighbours garage then called their daughter to come out with me to see my new car. I reversed it out of the garage again then went cruising. I then reverse parked my car in my yard. My friend and I stole my car because my mom was shouting at me for driving it a lot. We stopped at the gate when we left and stole my car to drive only to look back at my mother shouting at us. We left the car and started laughing because we got into trouble. It was a good dream

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I have reoccurring dreams about lion and I always hate how it ends. This morning, I had a dream that a lion was roaming free outside my gate, and at the same time I was preparing for a trip with my sister and 2 others. We were done and ready to go, I went close to the gate to access how we’d make it out without the lion attacking and I suddenly heard someone behind the gates, urging me to make sure I leave my current location and never look back. We had a plan, my sister will open the gate, I drive out and she locks the gate before joining us in the car (as fast as possible) When she opened the gate, I freaked out and urged her with fear to close the gate immediately. The gate was still open, as it was too heavy for only her to close and I woke up. This is not the first time I’m either running from a lion that seem friendly to others, but myself or just being scared entirely seeing one in my dream. Please I need interpretation, this is really bothering me.

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Walking to my friends at around 9pm seeing this old aboriginal woman with a short pastel pink afro Dunkley stumbling around trying to avoid her getting inside the house and looking at text messages from my mum on an old boxy tv walking home seeing this old lady dead in a trolley with longneck vbs surrounding her me and my friend walk up the hill to see a family of 1 mother father a son and a daughter the classic fat tourists with wide brimmed hats long shorts a the son is taking photos of this lady while the dad is holding a long neck vb the vide is very dark i can hear eary music playing in the background we are walking home and this family is slowly waddling behind us following us i am holding my friend very tightly as we walk down this dark alleyway they family turn into a family of armish ppl and every time i look back at them they get closer till the father is right behind me and i wake up

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One time I dreamt about loneliness and unhappiness the dream kept on getting worse and worse as it went on, It started with being happy with my family and my boyfriend , we had fun for the day quarantine was over. As I kept going in that dream the darker it got it started when i was over at my boyfriend s house, he hit me abused me his parents and sister did nothing he beat me just like my dad did when i was younger but more violent, I didn't do anything wrong and i know i didn't but i was beaten anyways. I ran away into the woods scared for my life as my boyfriend gets his gun from the area he leaves it and I'm running for my life. Then i reached a point where i lost him, i ran deeper through the woods and found a swamp the swamp was beautiful and had a lot of nice things kind of like what you would see from a disney happy part of a movie, animals were there, my dead family members and everyone was there and my grandma saying “it's not your time yet to die dear keep going and don't look back” as I look back my boyfriend s gun was right at my face.

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