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I was sitting at a traffic light in my car and i decided to sweep the dust with a broom in front of me, i was making a large cloud of dust and the people crossing the street were getting annoyed. one guy tapped on my window and told me that two teenagers were getting really mad and that i should sell them my car seats just to get out of this easily. the teenagers pulled up in the middle of the traffic lights and started using a pickaxe on the road and pulling the concrete up. I go to drive past but one of the teenagers started making this demonic sound and damaging my car with his pickaxe, i accelerated just to get out of the situation but it took me ages to get away from him because he was really fast

I had this dream last night that has been sitting on my mind. I dreamt of Jesus. Could you help me in telling me what you think it means? It was like a war was going on and this very tired man called out to Jesus for relief. He asked Jesus to take him home. Suddenly Jesus appeared and touched the man. I think Jesus said, "Today you will be with me." Then the man died. Jesus then came over to another lady and me and i looked deep in his face. His clothes were white as snow and his eyes were like lightning flashing in them. they had no colour, just bright and flashing. I held out my hand and he touched me. I remember being thrown in a convulsion and it seemed i died too. I had in my head. "Lord i didnt want to die, i just wanted to touch you, i just wanted a blessing" I remember floating up until i crossed over and was looking down on what appeared to be a huge wooden old fence and i was in a different place. All the time floating, i was praising God and speaking in tongues and shouting hallelujah. when i got to the other place so many people were there waiting, I am not sure for what, but it seems as if they were going some place else. I woke up singing a song, i dont remember it now.

Across the street from a house my sister rents there is a house I see in the drea. The refurburbished farmhouse. A long driveway, on a hill. I picture an old farm house, white with grey boards in some areas. There are mature trees, not many, close to the house, in front on the left side of it. The focus of the dream was that owners, more recent owners, changed the windows in it within the past 6-ish years. They do not suit the age of the home and are a bit oversized, like there is huge panes of glass, but sectioned off glass. Here's the weird part. Because there are new windows in the home that do not match the house, that the spirit of the owners (from the earlier 1900's do not feel that the house is theirs any longer. I picture a woman in a long pleated skirt in the front yard, not far from the front door and that she was married to a man that worked with horses and land. I could see her husband at the side of the house (door also on the right side of house) which he used mostly. I couldn't see that they had kids, but that there was a big building on the back of the house, to the right of it once upon a time, likely a barn, grey, not painted, he spent most of his time there. I get the impression the current owners are aware of their spirit and that they wonder if they are out to scare them. It's not that the former spirit are melicious, but they are confused by the new outer layout of the windows and they are wondering around the property.

Brought into a room with a large round table by an ex lover,.she seats me next to someone i'm interested in who just started a relationship with someone else and walks to the otherside of the table. A train stops next to the table, than another train, then another train crosses above the two stopped trains. the closest train to the table begins to move a pickup truck crashes into the train and is pulled into a tunnel. I'm left holding the girl I'm now interested in

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.

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