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Well, Im unsure about this but I want to give it a try to see if I can get this dream sorted out. So here goes. Ever since I was little, as far back as I can remember right before I got really ill and still to this day before I get ill I have this dream. Now I can't remember all of it because as soon as I go to describe the later part of it the memory of it just goes 'puff' and its gone no matter how hard I try, but here is the bit Ican remember. I'm in this room thats white all round, there are doors everywhere I face and all I can do is sit there and cry, in the middle of the room. every time I go to open one of the doors I get this terrible feeling and when I open the door its nothing but black, cold and silent. As soon as this happens I get taken right back to the middle of the room and the top of the room goes black, before giant black bricks are dropped over me, but when they touch me all they do is send me into a crying fit and make my skin feel like I have ants or spiders or something, I'm not sure what, running over my whole body like pins and needles but moving. This happens a number of times before I get the right door and I'm let out, but I end up in a dark wood kind of area with people I dont know around me and the same thing happens with the black bricks when I look at them. When I wake up after this dream I often feel the tingling feeling for a while as well.

The dream starts with me in a car and I am driving through an abandoned city I do not recognize. I do not recognize the care or the person in the passenger seat. The person has long wavy fiery read hair with a devilish smirk that made me shiver. I glanced over at her and the car span out of control and all I could she was her throwing her head back and laughing. The nest thing I know, I am in the ocean struggling to get out of the car but the girl is holding me down. I could feel my chest tighten with anxiety, my breathing becoming more and more shallow. I try to fight her of by kicking and scratching but its no use. The girl will not move. I finally kick her in the face and she lets go of me long enough to let me get away. I am now trying to find my way to the surface of the water. I suddenly am pulled back causing me to literally jump in my sleep, which in turn wakes me up.

Me, my husband, and our four kids were kidnapped by gang members and locked inside a building with windows. When we looked outside we saw a lot of gang members looking at us. The next morning a fake cop let someone else out and we escaped. Then I was sleep in my old house and woke up to find that one of my children left to go to the store and was calling because the gang members was trying to get him. As me and the three kids were leaving a large group of gang members came after us and two kids had to hurry up and jump in the truck and a white boy called out to my sone and said please help me. I told them to get in and we left him behind. My son said that the boy was somebody we didnt need to leave behind.

I was going to give a homeless man some change. He was slumped against the wall with a hat on and when I looked at him he appeared to be someone dressed as Michael Jackson. He was staring ahead as if he were dead, which freaked me out so I let out a scream and backed off. There was another one around the corner. I was quite far away now but he jumped to his feet and started running after me. I knew Katie (my housemate) was in the shower so I was screaming like I’ve never screamed before but she never came. I was found the next day at the tip, on top of a pile of rubbish, raped and murdered. Somehow miraculously, I came back to life. I was terrified at this point he would come after me again. I went back to see Katie. She and some others were making parachutes. I asked why she didn’t come when I screamed and she said he wasn’t after her. This meant that the guy was specifically targeting me. We looked it up and realised they were hitmen and someone had paid for them to get me. I was terrified of them coming back and nobody would seem to understand why or offer any sympathy. They did come back but there was a crazy lady that scared them away. My boyfriend asked me why I was so afraid, to which I replied, “I was just raped and murdered by these people!”

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