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Agents,mafia,gangsters, or somebody is Trying to kill me. they are chasing me endlessly and I narrowly escape every time. I don't know who and why but they try really hard and always eventually find me. people I know help me, I feel like I know them and I don't want them to get hurt from collateral effects. A skinny black guy. Felt Somalian in a grey hat and grey shorts. Keeps asking me if I am me I say no because I know he's going to kill me if I say yes and also asks something like if I'm the guy who shot myself or someone to make sure I'm the guy he's looking for 100% (To the right is traffic lights. Left is barron field.) if I'm the guy who shot my self? A white Cadillac Escalade pickup truck sees me during this conversation and I know there trying to kill me. I fake them out n escape by running. He finds me in the hotel room with people I know. They are having a good time until I see the assassins shoes at the door. Its the somolian assassin. He alone at the door but I feel like he has lots of people. So I jump through the window its a one floor hotel. Try to call 911 but I hit 922 or something. Then the guy picks up and is an idiot. And I try to explain I'm in arizona?(I live in toronto but I think the dream is in arizona?) the grey hat and short skinny Somalian assassin came around the back and found me. He had a sharp shiny large knife. He tried to stab me a couple of times but I dodged it. Not sure if he got me a little bit with the knife or not but I barely dodge it. But I overpower him and have him in the full mount. And I'm about to slit his throat and he changed to my cat (I treat my cat as a son.) as I was killing him. I cried while I sawed my cats throat killing him. while I'm sawing his throat which takes a while I loook at a clock, Then it jumps forward and felt like time was up. It felt confusing and I new it didn't make sense. I hid in the far backyard by the fence. Behind a lil hill dirt pile until I seen help looking for me. I asked for tony soprano cuz I was scared and hed protect me and some people helping pointed him out he was in boxers and a white undershirt with his head in his hands sitting and looked like a wreck mentally. Then I said wait I'm dreaming and woke up.

I started a new job. The hours conflicted with a 2nd job. I decided to keep the 1st job. I went to work, they were having a seminar. I read a pamphlet & understood it. I decided to stay for the seminar. Afterward the boss was mad because he thought i unleashed something bad. As we exited the conference room there was a commotion. A baby with red eyes and multicolored fingernails laid in the street. I tried to help but was shunned away. They said it was to dangerous. I went back to the building which was like a big house. A grown member of that baby's family came after me to kill me. I locked myself in a bedroom. He tried to break the door down. I jumped out the window and ran for my life.

Dreamed of an evil cat that wanted to kill me. I tried killing it but could not bring myself to. I suffocated it for a while and then put it in a jar because it I was afraid of it. Later on the cat got out of the jar and was pretending to be nice. I was still frightened of it and felt as if it was pretending to be nice in front of other people. The cat was also able to talk and when it talked it had a half-human face. It had also taken a photo of me to show that I was the one who was going to die.

Me, a childhood friend, and a classmate from high school got kicked out of an all girls catholic school for cyber bullying that my deceased father spent years of training for me to get into that school. Then my mom and i were on a road trip and stopped to pick something up from someone we knew. I suggested one of them sell us weed then a 3 way fight of brutal bloody fighting massacre broke out that me and my mom witnessed. The last person surviving wanted to come after me with a sword then turned into a butterfly waiting to kill me outside my door.

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