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Trapped in an old fashiondimmly lit bus surrounded by people I don't know who are all talking casually, but I cant understand anything that they are saying. I sit in my own thoughts trying not to be noticed. I check my jacket pockets but they are empty. The bus is cold although I'm dressed warmly. Then I look up and see a grotesque sickly looking figure. Hes covered in lumps and seeping filth and disease and I attempt to look away. But I cant. Then the man sitting beside me begins to laugh and stands and smacks the sick person. When he does the.lumps and filth splatter over the attacker. I sit and watch but the longer I do I rrlise some of the nastiness is on me. I try to wipe it ofttimes but I cant. Its on my face and for somereason my jacket is gone and the disease is kn my arms.and in my long hair. Although in the real world I have short hair. Then I begin to cry that I cant get clean. As I do I wake up.

A door opens; I am standing at the altar; the door closes. Now I am standing in a room with purple walls that are splattered with yellow music notes. I begin to spin in circles, when I stop spinning I am standing in front of a sign that says “welcome to wonderland.” I walk around wondering how I came to be here and how I became so small. I came across a cat, but this was no ordinary cat. He had no body just glowing white eyes and a smile. He told me the evil red queen has taken four of my really good friends, Chelsey, Katie, Chelsea, and Austin and I had an hour to complete four tasks in order to save them. The tasks I had to complete where to find kiss three black spiders, kick fifty soccer balls into a goal, wrestle a giant and pin him, and learn to play the flute. I stared at him with horror and tears in my eyes. I asked the cat how I am going to be able to complete all of the tasks in an hour. He just smiled his glowing smile and said “GO” then vanished. I thought what one of these tasks was I best at. Realizing that I was best at kicking soccer balls, I ran to the soccer field and began my first task. Fifteen minutes whet by before I finally completed the task. I then go over to the Wrestling mat where I am supposed to wrestle a giant. I begin to really panic as I realize I am so tiny and the giant is so, well giant. I look around for help. Across the mat I see a jug of purple liquid, written on the jug is the words “GROW.” I start to make my way for the jug, but before I get to the jug the giant steps in my. I just scream and cover my eyes. As soon as I covered my eyes the giant started yelling “where did she go, where did she go?” I quickly realize that by covering my eyes I became invisible, so I make my way in the direction of the jug. When I reach the jug I take a big sip of the purple liquid. I immediately start to grow. I soon became larger than the giant. I start to wrestle him, and then I pin him. This whole ordeal took about twenty minutes. I now only have twenty five minutes to learn to play the flute and kiss three spiders. I go to the Caterpillar and begin to learn how to play the flute. It takes me fifteen minutes to learn how to play the flute, leaving me with ten minutes to find and kiss three black spiders. I start to look I find one, kiss it, and freak out, but I continue to look I find another one kiss it but remain calm. I start to look for the last spider but I do not know if I find it or not because my alarm goes off.

I had a dream that I was looking for someone. This someone is a man I am seeing who is also a co-worker. I was looking for him at night, he was no where to be found, I was not even close to finding him to warn him about something that was going to happen when suddenly I was stopped by another co-worker. This co-worker is friends with the man I am seeing, but he doesn't know what is going on between this man and I. He stopped me to show me a picture of his apparent girlfriend and the baby she had just given birth to. I was disturbed by the picture he showed me of his girlfriend giving birth because of the splattered blood in the picture. However, my attention turned to the baby who had her father's eyes. She was a cute baby, and suddenly I was in the picture holding but not cradling her. I was looking at her eyes and I said, "She has her father's eyes". I remember being touched by that and how similar their eyes were. However, I was still worried about what I needed to warn the man I'm seeing about. It seemed to me that I was warning him about something spiritual.

I stabbed a stranger, I don’t remember why but he was in our yard. I killed him and I felt it, I felt his blood splatter my face, the warmth as I stabbed and stabbed and ripped open his chest. My husband was with me, not stopping me nor helping, Just watching me. I dragged his body over the lawn of this beautiful house I do not live in but I sort of did you know? The grass was freshly cut and covered in dew, even though it was midday in summer, It wasn't hot. It wasn't cold enough for dew either. I put him in the garden shed, He was dead by now. I went along and cleaned the grass off, not with a hose but endless tissues as if it were fine carpet. My older sister, which I don't have comes home. Her husband and her kids all have no faces, Just black. Daughter 3, Brown curls and pigtails. Son unknown, I saw nothing. Husband roughly 40, Dark hair. My older sister was a short, stumpy fat blonde, I have seen her before, I know this because she had a face. My husband and I were in our room, Which looked more like the intensive care unit in the Mental Health section of the hospital, It was empty and dark but I knew it was white. My sister walked in she brought sudden light to the room and asked me how I was. I told her good but she wasn’t satisfied and continued to ask questions, but the one thing she didn’t ask about and that I was sure she would, was why there is blood all over me. Was this a normal look for me? I told her, I told her how I killed a man and he was in the back shed, No one particularly cared except my sister, not even the children. She was so shocked, she asked me for the weapon and I had forgotten what I had used. Turns out it was some old dagger with what looked to be a big chicken bone as the handle, strange. I ended up stabbing her to death after catching a glimpse of the weapon. No one was bothered by my second killing, I suppose she did look like a nagging twat. My husband was known for the bad things he had done in the past, He has a reputation around here, He killed a man with his own two hands, He went to jail and broke out, disappeared for ten years, Turns out he was on the other side of the world working in a kitchen, Not a regular kitchen. drugs. He spoke for the first time that day and simply said for me to “Stop it”. “There’s already two dead, what’s left to stop”? I said to him tauntingly “I’m calling the police and you aren't going anywhere”. He shouted I continued to explain how bad this could look for him also, I cut my arm with the weapon and smashed a beautiful vase across my head and proceeded to hug him transferring most of the blood and slipping the knife into his pocket. I pulled out the cell and dialed for the police, I told them my husband was trying to kill me and he was already killed two, gave them the address and hung up. I kissed him and walked out of the house laughing hysterically.

I have this reoccurring dream that happens quite often since I was in grade school, It takes place in my mom’s home is McNary, Arizona. I wake up within my dream in my bed at my mom’s house, everything is dark but looking out the window the sky is orange (this is usually the color of the sky after it snows at night). I walk down the hall feeling very uneasy, I can see that no one is home. I go to the closet grab a jacket and step outside. My dogs are gone and my friend is standing at the end of the pathway outside our gate, saying, “Shannon we have to go, they are coming.” I don’t say anything. I just run off the porch and get to the end of the pathway and she is gone. I start heading down her house. The place is heavily filled with pine trees and snow, with red splatters here and there. I can feel the fatigue in my lungs from breathing the cold air so I stop. But I here the crunching of the snow beneath someone’s feet, at this point I feel so much fear my heart is racing. But my instinct is to turn around when I do there is a hooded person with its eyes glowing red. I’m frozen I can’t move, I can feel my heartbeat in my head forcing the blood back to my face. I turn to run, but there is another red-eye person there. It slams me to the ground and sits on top of me pinning me, and the other person pinning my arms above my head. It pulls out a gun, cocks it and I beg squirming around and crying. “Sit still” the voice of a male softy says. I relax knowing my fate; he kisses my forehead and then my lips. Placing his hand on my chest and placed the gun between his fingers and pulls the trigger 3 times. I can feel the pain, I yell in my head “Wake up! Wake up!” and I do. My heart is pounding hard and I’m sweating.

I was in my bedroom and was woken up by gusty, strong, wild wind outside; trying to get in through the windows. The curtains were billowing like crazy, until I closed the window, but left them cracked. I saw my son sleeping on a couchbed in the living room, so he was safe. I then blacked out in my dream to awaken and see blood on the walls. It seemed I bumped my head and was bleeding. The blood splattered the walls. I was not in pain but I was confused. I then saw my parents, they tried blaming my boyfriend , saying he tried to kill me and then disappeared, had left. I told them that it was not possible, he'd never do that to me.

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