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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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My dad and my brother's friend were getting married. All of us involved were stressing over different things. I don't know if this is important, but neither of these folks are actually gay, if i'm correct. And then my mom/Maria Reynolds (I listen to the Hamilton soundtrack a lot) walked in and got all mad at my dad. And then my dad and my brother's friend got married, but it wasn't in the dream, it just kinda happened. And then my mom/Maria Reynolds got with everyone in town. And then an ice cream truck went buy and my dad offered to buy me some, so I got some. But we couldn't decide which ice cream bucket we wanted. There was a small one, a medium one, and a large one. The medium was plain vanilla I think. The small and mix were combinations of different flavors. And we got one. I don't know which one. But it was a mixture, I think. And ten my mom walked in and the narrator of my dream said "And when she got home, she said this "Do you want to drizzle, Hun?" To my father." And then I woke up.

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I woke up in the middle of a desert and saw what looked like a Walmart in the distance. I went inside and found I was welcomed to some music from 2014 over the PA system; everything was pretty much the same, except everything was free. I went to the electronics aisle and found a shelf stock with my favorite candies and snacks. When I got to the Movie aisle, I found the shelves stocked with Blu-rays and DVDs of all my memories, from my first words to new releases like my graduating high school and my first year of college to some not-so-great ones like me being mischievous or breaking a rule. I went into another section of the DVD aisle titled "Imaginations," Which had shelves stocked with many thoughts I've had over the years. Whenever I opened the DVD case, I didn't just watch the memory, But I relived it. It wasn't precisely revenant to the memory, But I had extra confidence and didn't have a worry in the world. I could return to any memory and eat all my favorite foods.

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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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Dream began with me watching things in the 3rd person perspective. I was in the living room. Things looked decrypted and time tarnished. I noticed floorboards rotted, wall paper falling. The ceiling was brown with watermarks. I took a quick glance at the room when an instant rush of fear and helplessness struck me, as I noted a dark figure standing near the center of the room. Just about 20 feet in front of him, was the door leading to the porch in front of the house. Above the door there was an inscription; I could not read it. While trying to read what was on the wall I heard steady footsteps on the porch outside? Somebody knocked on the door..... The dark figure opened the door, as the door opened I noticed it was a blonde looking woman in a sea blue dress. As she walks in the dark figure causes me to see an impulse of red light and a small physical shock. I noticed when I seen the initial red flash it had an eye inside it. The only way to describe it would be as if somebody had shot a red laser into your eye wille it causing you to see hallucinations. After this the inscriptions on top of the door started to bleed. Things really start getting strange. The woman starts walking towards the dark figure. As she is walking her body begins to change. Her face, eyes, legs all started to wrinkle up. Then the dark figure pointed across the room. There's a plastic 5 gallon jug lying in the corner. She walked over to it in a horrific manner, rushed back over and got on her knees. She grabbed the bucket and poured it over her face. Her body began to melt and peel off. Her eyes melted and all that was left was a skull. Still alive she then dragged the skull through the left over pool of acid and body parts still on the wooden floor.

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A voyeur to a group of people on the beach sunbathing nearest the rocks, the waves are crass, i am spying through binoculars. hummingbirds fly around my head like magic, im ecstatic but my friend berates me, the colorful birds start trying to peck out my eyes, so i cover my face, blindly walking and be lead along by the same friend. my sister and i are going to go swimming, but neither own a bathing suit, i try to cut some clothes as makeshift, but they are ill-fitting and i am exposed, my sister acts a bystander a question, then something about being plus sized. some mention of vampires, trying to figure out who the culprit is, who's the one who's been feeding.. i picture a man's face, he looks haggard and bestial. the ocean.. later i am in a stuffy old waiting room, and what seem to be hallucinations of cutesy cartoons muck about. someone speaks of darkness, and then apologizes.. crone?

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I am standing before a map, such you might see in a video game. This map depicts a land divided into six provinces or nations based on some combination of elements and allows for navigation. I touch a point in the northeastern corner of the world, and I am transported to the land of earth, a dusty, arid land similar to parts of the western United States and Mongolia. I am next transported to the land of fire, a volcanic realm where the world is being formed. It has two inhabitants: An enormous shrimp-like thing and what force of habit makes me call a turtle, though it looks nothing like a turtle.

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