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It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

I was convicted if a crime that required the death penalty by lethal injection. I don't think I committed the crime, but I was not angry that I had been convicted improperly. I was being prepared to receive the injection in front of a crowd of people, so I told my dearest friend I would look only At her because I knew I would start crying. I felt very very sad. I told the nurse how hard it was to access my veins and showed her which veins were the easiest to access. I noticed my veins were actually very large and pumping blood so it would not be as difficult as usual. Then I woke up.

I dreamed that my dead mother was alive. We were in our family home and my mother and I were arguing. My mother had a seven year old little girl in her arms. She had blond hair. My mother was complaining that her back was sore and she tried to hand the child to me. I got up off of the sofa and I told her that she was a bad mother. She had not been a good mother to me when I was growing up and that she wasn't fooling anyone with her saintly mothering act. I started to walk away and I felt my mother behind my back, my mother was looking for something to hit me with. I turned around and started yelling at my mother. She went to hit me and I grabed her by the neck and started to choke her. I was yelling at her and she said something to me. She took her hands off of my hands and I let her go. We were standing at the top of the stairs and she fell backwards. I turned away and ran up the stairs to the top floor. I ran into my mother's old bedroom. There was no furniture in the room and the room was much larger in my dreams than it actually is. I called someone that I do not like and was crying and telling her that I did something bad and that I needed to see a lawyer. I woke up.

I keep dreaming about the same guy I used to attend the same school with even though its not everyday dreams but its been for sometime now its never the same kind of dream but always this same guy when I least expect such dreams , I haven't seen or spoken to him in over 7-8 years now. We were never romantically involved either but the dreams I have now are romantic dreams of me and him, I wish to understand if there is perhaps any meaning behind these dreams or its just because am seeking true love with someone real?

I had a dream that I was in a room—it felt like the home I had when I was a child. There were some people there I was talking to, but not really paying much attention to. I’m not sure who they were, but it felt like they were people I knew. Then I looked out this huge window. The whole wall was a window except for the door. Looking out the window I saw one of my co-workers. He is a really nice person who helps people. With him was an old friend/co-worker. She has had a lot of hard times in life, but she is also very resilient and overcame a lot. They were trying to overcome this huge snake—that was on the window. I came out to see if I could help and they told me not to worry. They seemed happy. So then I started walking through the grass and sidewalks and there were lots of little snakes all over the ground. I’m not sure if they were dead or alive, but they were gray and looked like they were “waterlogged.” Like they had been soaking in water for a long time. I was walking along and trying to avoid stepping on the snakes. Sometimes I did step on them and they moved, but didn’t attack. I felt a little anxious, but fairly calm. Then I woke up and felt anxious.

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