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I was Anne frank and we were in some sort of Jew camp but to decide which building we were to stay in was some sort of panhellenic rush process. But before I was assigned my cabin, my father bribed someone for two badges labeled "common" that allowed us to leave the ghetto. When the first guard looked at mine she said "fine, go to hell!" when the second one looked at mine she said "hurry!". So my father and I escaped with who I assume was miep from the diary of Anne frank

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I don't remember exactly how it started, but basically the "devil" which i cant remember what it looked like but it was a male &had hooves but stood.... and basically he was going to come and iwas going to die, and my stepsister who i'm very close with was there guiding me through the entire process and we were talking about this kid who my step sister had known who's also gone through the same thing and how its almost like killing yourself and there wouldnt be any turning back or taking anybody with you or letting anybody know and so we were picking out clothes that we wanted to take with us and we would either just drop the clothes onto the ground and they would get sucked into the ground but it wasnt working well and so the other way was to drop them down the sink which was like a sharp vacuum cuz it had small blades and would cut my fingertips each time i put clothing down it, and after i put a pair of dark blue shorts, death (devil) appeared behind me and like stabbed me slowly down my back and told me that i cant be dressing to impress any other dead people, and then me and my stepsister were by our front door and my dad came home and i was walking with him the entire time from the door up the stairs and he told me to come into his bedroom and he was basically going to yell at me for something and i was so sad that he didnt know i was dead and so i started crying cuz he technically couldnt see me but he still thought that he could since he didnt know the truth and i didnt want him yelling at me to be the last thing that he could remember doing before i died and so i walked into my room instead and my stepsister followed and i sat on the floor leaning against my bed and she sat on my desk chair and he stood and started yelling at me and i kept crying and he was so angry and he kept telling me how stupid i was and my step sister was like "billy, stop yelling before you make her upset, you're going to make her upset" and then i was crying and screaming "dad, stop it before YOU get upset!" and he kept yelling and i kept apologizing and crying cuz i really didnt want him being left with the guilt of yelling at me and he was like "Megan, what" and my step sister was like " billy, punch her" and he thought she was joking around and he laughed and playfully did but his hand went through my face and he was just like "....what.." and he sounded so broken and upset and confused like he had just been ripped into pieces and i kept saying that i was sorry and that i couldnt even leave him the note that said in green highlighter, "I'm sorry daddy and tell mom im sorry its too late now" (because me and her dont have a relationship and she hasnt come see us in over 6years) but the devil told me he would have to cut my back again if i tried to leave it because it would of messed up the entire process? and so i was cleaning my room and i left my water bottles that my room is always trashed with for my dad to try and remember me by and it was so sad and he was so unbelieveably hurt by the entire thing and then my step mom came home and he was just sitting and crying and then i was watching her car from the sky with them both in it, and she was complaining about me and he started crying and then i woke up in tears.

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The setting of this dream took place at four-year University in the student gift shop. Teachers and students were nonchalantly conversing in the shop, like they would on an average day. Mr. Roopchand happened to be one of the teachers conversing in the shop, amongst other teachers. The place where the teachers were discussing “teacher things” was by the clothing rack on a blue polka-doted carpet. All of a sudden, thin, thorn-covered vines began slithering across the carpet toward the teachers. The teachers remained unaware of the vines, and continued their conversations. The vines made its way to the oblivious teachers and crept up their bodies until it reached their thick necks. It wrapped itself, repeatedly around each teacher’s neck that was standing on the carpet, and began to strangle them. The teachers had no chance. Before they could even begin to fathom what was happening, they took their last breath. Although they did not fall to the ground after being strangled to death, as most would expect, they stood in place, as if they were statues. As I stood on the tile floor in utter and complete disbelief, I noticed a correlation between the teachers who were talking on the carpet, and the students who were conversing on the tile floor across the room. I came to a random conclusion that speaking while on the carpet causes vines to appear and strangle the person committing the innocent act. I have absolutely no idea where my conclusion stemmed from. I rushed over to the students to warn them about the absurd and horrific event that just occurred. I told them word for word what happened to the unfortunate teachers, and begged them not to speak while on any type of carpet (good thing only half of the store was covered in carpet, and the rest in tile). The students walked out in oblivion and silence; even though they were stepping on tile. They took no risk. As the students and I walked out of the gift shop, a female student completely disregarded my warning and held a conversation while sitting on the grass under a shaded oak tree, cackling away. I whispered under my breath. "I hope she get's choked by a vine", unexpectedly, a vine appeared, the same thorn-covered vine that strangled the unaware teachers. It wrapped around the cackling student's neck, as it did the teachers prior, and strangled her as she attempted to grasp the last breath of air she would ever take. I grew a strong sense of remorse and sorrow for the unfortunate student whom had no sense of obedience when given instructions. There was an unusual feeling in my stomach. I do not remember stating that one could not speak while on the grass. I shook my head in confusion and mumbled to myself "I thought it was just carpet." As those exact words escaped from my mouth, I slipped off of the sidewalk into the grass for a split second, then regained my proper place back onto the concreted path. As I proceeded to stroll down the sidewalk, I quickly became aware of the thorn-covered veins that attempted to slither up my left leg, up towards my neck region. It tangled itself around my neck and began to squeeze tightly. In a panic, I aggressively attempted to remove the vines from my neck to spare my life. Shockingly, the vines detached itself from my neck with ease. I was is in a state of absolute oblivion. All they had to do was rip them off with their bare hands? I refused to believe that it was that easy. I sprinted home to clear my mind and figure out this situation. I ran into my backyard, only to find that my mother and brother were in the process of removing all of the grass in our back yard, leaving only dirt. "News must travel fast" I stated jokingly. I asked why they had done such and extreme, but clever, deed. They responded, "Not taking any chances." We laughed, and Kristina came outside in the backyard with us to join the conversation. As Kristina was talking, she slipped in a small patch of grass that my mother and brother forgot to remove; Just as I had did earlier that day. Again the vines appeared to collect their next victim. They placed themselves around Kristina's neck and began to strangle her. I screamed in fear " Nina, rip them off with your hands. Hurry up!" She followed my instructions, and frantically tugged at the vines; but they were not releasing her neck. I blurted that she should try getting off of the grass and run on the concrete to see if the vines would remove themselves from her throat. She ran like a maniac down the street, trying her best to remove the stubborn vines. As Kristina ran down the street, a black truck that I was familiar with drove slowly passed my house. In the truck was Mrs. Lisa, a neighbor of mine whom I gave the title of my "second mom", who also passed away last year November. She glanced at me, and then drove off.

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