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So in my dream I wasn't dreaming about anything in particular but it was relaxed and happy like floating around in my subconscious. Then suddenly it felt like someone had grabbed my entire body and squeezed it and made some sort of inhuman sound in my ear. At this point I startled awake and thought that someone was in my room in the middle of the night and I just froze and slowly tried to move only managing to move my hand a little bit. Then after a little while I turned over. So fricken frightened. Nothing was there but I couldn't get the feeling of something grabbing me and making such a terrifying noice in my ear. Like it was low not a growl or a groan, a noice I haven't heard before. Now I haven't really dreamt or had a nightmare since I was in primary I'm twenty one. Can you interpret this for me if you can find meaning or. Is it just a meh dream?

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When I was about eight years old, I had a terrifying dream that my mother and father had separated. My mom got a new boyfriend , but he did not like me and made it very obvious. They always left me to stay with my aunt and rarely ever saw them. It was time for the Christmas program at school and I had asked my mom to come and she said that she would be there. I got up on stage and she was not there, I stayed in the hopes that she would show up later, but she never did. After the program, I ran into the bathroom and cried. I heard someone come in and call my name; it was my mom. I was so happy I ran out of the bathroom and was still crying. She told me she was sorry and that she tried to get here, but her boyfriend took too long to get ready. She calmed me down and told me that we were going home and I was going to stay with them tonight. She walked outside and waited in the car while I changed into my normal clothes. I walked to the car and when I was about to get in my mom’s boyfriend drove off leaving me in the middle of the street. I ran after them and was crying and then I saw the window roll down and his hand come out. He was holding a gun and he shot me.

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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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Wake up in my dream, go out to see little siblings watching tv in living room, I start choking on phlegm, the kids watch and finally my little sister goes to get our Mom and mom comes and just watches or laughs. Then I wake up from the dream, go into the living room where my step-father is stoking the fire and my siblings are with him. I start telling him about my terrifying dream and then I start choking on phlegm again, he and the kids do nothing to help. I wake up again and call for my mother, who comes down from upstairs. But as soon as I start talking about the dream, I start choking again and she just watches and/or laughs. I wake up again, leave my room, run outside in dark night time by back door nearest my bedroom, run across a paved road into grass, then I turn to head back inside as a dark figure in the distance appears heading towards me. I feel scared, so I hurry across the road but the figure is approaching more quickly and gets on a skateboard and I run faster, trip on a step to my door and can't get up - all I can see is the skateboard coming at me in the light. Then I woke up for real.

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It was about two o’clock in the morning. I was in my bed trying my best to fall asleep and failed at every attempt. Everyone in my house was asleep except me. Suddenly, I heard a car coming towards my house. I peeked through my blinds and noticed an old Jeep parked at the side of my house. I became a little worried because well, why would someone come by my house so late at night? So many thoughts ran through my head. Was it a robber? A murderer? I became extremely paranoid and feared for my safety. The car started levitating and I got very anxious and began to even sweat. It stopped at the exact level my window was at. I ran to my parent’s bedroom screaming then before I knew it, I woke up from this terrifying nightmare.

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