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I was in an abandoned run down strip mall at night. I was with two other people, they were both young adults, a young man and a young woman. At time I would see myself in the third person, I looked like a vital old man with a strong nose and a head of silver hair. (Though In reality I am 20 years old) We walked into the bowels of the mall and could here the sounds and voices of the city fading behind us. We walked to the end of the corridor and felt an evil presence. Down an escalator at the end of another short corridor was a pile of garbage. in front of it were two dead bodies and a man tall and muscular with a crew cut and pitiless sandy eyes. "What in the name of Christ is going on" I shouted as I ran down the stairs towards him. He acknowledges me with a casual nod and grins. (What he says next is lost to my memory but I remember a chilling fear as a result of his words) Immediately I turned to my companions, I am between them and the killer. "Go get help" A bright light is on their faces yet concealing their eyes in shadow. The girl is two paces from me and the boy a pace behind her. She smile first, a little reluctantly I shift my gaze to the boy and he meets my gaze with a relieved smile. And in a moment they are gone. I turn back to the killer (He says something else that I can not recall) This time his words have no sway. He jogs over to a door in the wall, with a remorseless grin he beckons me to follow. Through the door I got into a small dusty room. The room is small and very dusty filled with metal objects and two metal workbenches in the center. The killer speaks one last time and moves close with his hands outstretched to choke me I assume. I grab his arm and using his momentum throw him down onto the ground. He gets up and continues to assault me. Soon it escalates and he grabs a metal blade. I move in close and disarm him hoping to hold him in check until help arrives. Unfortunately he slips away and now he is slashing and throwing anything sharp he can find at me. I manage to evade him and finally my compassion gives way. I take a long 10 inch blade and drive it down to the grip in his collar bone. He looks at it a moment with disapproval and continues to assault me. Now I am desperate and anything sharp I can find, I plunge into his body. Finally I find a small piece of sheet metal with a tapered edge and drive it into a long wound across his chest where his heart should of been. I throw him over my shoulder and he smashes into the wall and lies crumpled on the ground, a bloody mess. Tears well in my eyes "Why do you live like this aren't you in pain?!" He answers laboring "The pain is great..." Suddenly there is a bubbling sound he pushes himself off the floor and walks slowly toward me. All the metal in him is receding, disappearing into his body until there is no sign of conflict at all. He stands in front of me, puts his arms firmly, almost tenderly on my shoulders "...That is what I want for us" I am shocked no words come to me. He walks me to the door "Wait I have something to show you" He walks around a corner and brings a white towel over to me "look" he says He opens the towel a little bit and I stoop down to see what it is. A can of cat food half opened. light glints off the sharp edges of the lid "Its just cat food I promise" he mumbles as he walks into the shadows of the room. My heart skips a beat and I walk slowly out the door and start down the hall" I take two steps and my heart skips again as I hear from behind me the sound of the metal lid being pulled back from the can.

I was with this guy, don't know who he is. But he had a brother that had a gun and was trying to shoot me. He succeeded and shot me 3 times before I went under the deck. Then the place switched into being in my red shed. The guy I was with was there and same with his brother that was trying to shoot me. For some reason we turned our backs to him and the brother grabbed a glass bottle and tried to hit it over my head but the guy I was with caught him and took the bottle and threw it away. I had this dream before but the guy I was with hit it over his head and kills his own brother. For some reason, in the that time, I turn the the guy I was with and that very conversation with him, he knew I was talking about my other dream in the same dream. Then the scene changed again, and my brother was the one with the gun. I tackled him, took the gun away and carried him on my shoulders. I was crying and was yelling at my brother that he ruined our family. Then there was a plane the gun shots I had took over and I fell. The guy I was with ran to catch me and told me everything will be fine. It went black and those words echoed in my head. Then I woke up from my dream. Don't know if this helps but I am a girl.

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I was in my room until my aunt called me. I went into the room and saw her with my sister. A vortex opened and out came a zombie pirate. It tolde me to come with it. I said no and grabbed a sword that was at the side and closed my eyes, I swung the sword and opened my eyes to see that I had killed my aunt and sister. It came closer, trying to grab me . I ran into my bedroom, where my dad was using the computer. I closed the door in front of the zombie and magically carried the bed,sofe and other furniture to barricade the door, even a blueberry! The zombie burst through the door, killing my dad and I ran out the door and survived.

Me and my husband were outside a dark cave. Inside the cave were his bother, wife and son. We are Christians, and they have never made that decision to be born again. They were yelling some sort of something at us, that was supposed to have the name of Christ or "GOD" in it, but hey intentionally kept any hint of the word God or Christ out of it. We were shouting into the darkness of the cave, "You've kept out the name of God in what you say, you never even say "ENTITY", I was harassing them and arguing with them about it. On and on they would recite patiriotic things and would intentionally leave Christ our God out. Isn't there something in the bible about "shouting into the darkness?" To me, there was something to this dream, a hint of something God is trying to tell me.

Jingim from the Marco Polo show was outside of the bedroom window staring inside. I decided to close the window once I noticed. Marco (my boyfriend ) was explaining something to me, when I noticed a curtain rod piercing through the top crack of my bedroom door. When I opened the door, a white bald man was standing there timid and two of his accomplices ran away. I asked what he wanted and he came inside my room, walked right in front of me, looked me in the eye and said he wanted to rob me. I freaked out and asked why he would want to rob someone with nothing. He shamefully looked down without a word.

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