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I am concerned about a dream a had. I'm not sure what to make of it but it had to do with me being kidnapped with another person I couldn't identify their gender or facial features but I knew they were younger than me and our kidnappers weren't bad people, I'm not sure why they bothered to kidnap us but once I feel asleep in the dream, I couldn't open my eyes, I think it was because it was too bright or I felt probably similar to a vampire looking into the sunlight for the first time.

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My husband and I were at my parents place. There must have been a flood or bad rainstorm because the property across the street was flooded over 8ft on front yard. The house wasn't there, just the front yard. My husband decided he wanted to go swimming. He's a strong swimmer. So he and I went swimming in the front yard. I got tired after awhile so went back to my parents while my husband continue to swim. Next thing I knew my husband's sister was on one of those floating rings in the water. She looked younger than she actually is. She looked like a teenager, but in reality she is actually in her early 40s. She was wearing a flower print bikini. My husband was wearing red swim shorts, no shirt. After awhile my husband went under the water and didn't come up. My sister in law came swimming to us and told us he was gone and she couldn't find him. We all jumped in the water screaming for him. They told me to wait at my parents house. Eventually firefighters came and someone found him (but in my dream I didn't see any of that, just heard it). Someone told me that he was dead. I started screaming and screaming noooooo. I then woke up.

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It starts out when Mom, Dad, myself and several other people I don't know are standing on a beach. Then out of nowhere gunfire or something loud suddenly scares the crowd. I get separated from my parents and I head to the place we are staying but don't see them there. I stay there for a while until I decide to go look for them. The scene changes and I'm in a college for a visit to a campus with my choir. I'm lost and separated from everyone and thunder and lightning are booming. I panic and start crying. Then some people ask me what is going on and I told them I couldn't find my family or choir group. They said they would help me. Then the scene changes for a third and final time. I'm in my church and I see a hallway with a light on just barely showing through a crack in the door. I tell them I need to use the restroom. The restroom was down that hallway. They seemed hesitant to let me go but then they vanish. I reach the door and open it only to see a dead body of a girl. I stumbled back. She looked to have been hung and stabbed several times. I ran into the bathroom and calmed down. The lights went out. I walk out of the bathroom and back down the hall. The janitor was walking down the hallway towards me. I decided to act normal. He grabbed me and asked if I had seen anything. I lied and said no. He started dragging me back to the closet. I panicked and somehow got him to drop me. I ran into the place right behind the center for worship and I see mom and dad. I run over to them and hug them. They seemed just as relieved to see me. The janitor came over and offered to play Rock Paper Scissors with my mom. She said sure. I had a bad feeling in my gut. They played Rock Paper Scissors and she lost, paper to scissors. She laughed and said something like oh darn I lost. The janitor smirked and replied back with yes you did and he stabbed her in the heart with a pair of scissors. He shot dad point blank in the head. I called the police and they came quickly. I ran outside and the cop put me in the car and locked me in. The next thing I know there is a splatter of read and a body against the door and the man smirking at me from the church. The last thing I remember is me screaming that he was going to kill me and for backup to show up. He kills all of them then points the gun at me and a gunshot. That is the last thing I remember before I wake up.

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For the past 2 day's I've had similar dreams. They are both different, but the same thing happens in some shape or form. In the first dream, I was with a choir. It was a big day for us. A big performance was coming. Before the performance, though, we had to sing while someone took pictures. I remember my picture being awful, my mouth was open way too much. All most in an unnatural way. And then we individually sang a song. But I didn't know mine. It was for a grade, so I would have to take it again sometime. Then I was on a roof. Kind of a balcony on the roof. A tall glass building. I'm guessing about 10 stories up. And a girl said it was time to retake it. She had a camera. For some reason, I didn't think I was supposed to sing that song, which I didn't know. And I remember a song in my head. In reality I've never heard of it. It was completely new and it sounded like it could be an extremely popular song. It was a pop song. And the lyrics were really good. I was going to sing the song, but then I suddenly forgot it. And I instead sang Sweet Escape. The girl interupted and told me I wasn't singing the right song. I remember in the dream feeling constant embarrassment. There was a lot more in the dream, that right now I can't quite recall, but that is all in the dream about the choir. In the second dream, I was back in time. I was, I'm guessing, around the 1930's. In reality I'm 15 years old. But for some reason in this time setting my mom was younger. I can't recall how younger. Anyways, I was in a school. I had gym. And I remember being rather unpopular... but that doesn't matter. Later on, I had a big choir performance. On stage, big crowd, lights out, everything was about to start. I was on the top row. There were only four other girls there with me. We were all on the left side. All the other rows were crowded, but there was a clearing in the middle. We were singing Ring Christmas Bells. For some reason, my voice was awful. I sang quietly because of it. It was out of tone and scratchy. At some point the girls and I on the top row were going to do a little routine. I didn't know about it, but I went along with it. I went on the other side. Me and one of the other girls were supposed to spin around each other. From this point imagine the stage from a side angle. The rows of the stage horizontal. She thought was supposed to go right and me left. But for some reason I knew I was supposed to go right. I was determined to stay on the right side. She kept on giving my a funny look. Obviously signaling for me to go to the other side. I didn't. We briefly bumped into each other before she went on the other side. At some point in the song, the choir was supposed to be quiet. I didn't know and continued singing the song. Rather quietly, still. But people heard and gave my funny looks. I stopped, embarrassed. Somehow, I managed to get in the row below. I noticed because when I looked up, I couldn't see the audience. The row below had lots of tall boys that I couldn't possibly see over. Nor could anyone see me. I was the only one at this row. I liked that the audience couldn't see me anymore, then I couldn't embarrass myself anymore. Now go back to viewing the stage vertically. I was still on the left side of the stage. On the right side, a row below me began a group of African Americans. They continued for another few rows. One of them was signaling at me. Trying to tell me to come to her, that she had something important to say to me. I knew her. I reality, I knew her from 6th grade. I was in a different school then. We weren't really close, I don't even remember her name. We were classmates. But in the dream she was a random girl. I didn't want to go to her though. I liked where I was, where no one could see me. Plus it was still in the middle of the performance. I didn't want to draw any more attention to myself. And to get to her I would have to jump over a chair in the middle clearing. Yeah, there were chairs there, like the ones at movie theaters. And once I got to her the people would easily see me. There weren't any tall people in the row below her. I changed my mind, however, when a really tall African American girl sat in the chair in front of the one I was supposed to go to. I then went to her. At least once I got there no one would see me. From there the dream was a blur. I don't remember what she told me. Also, since my first big mistake in the performance, especially the little routine I messed up with the girl, our choir teacher would beat me. Like how teachers did to students back then. Even though I didn't see the teacher, I know what she looks like. I've never seen her in reality. She was an old, skinny, wrinkly lady. Her gray hair is back in a tight bun. She wore an old victorian black dress. Long sleeve and turtleneck. And she carried a teachers stick. The ones they used to hit children back then. And I just knew she was glaring wholes through at me backstage throughout the performance. There was a lot more in this dream too, but this is everything about the choir. In reality I do have choir. But I sing good and never had a bad experience with it. All the choir teachers I've had were real nice. I think these dreams have a more intense, abstract meaning behind them. Any dream experts out there? Please help.

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The dream started at my house. My brother and I were home alone. Then these black vans surrounded our house. I remember being told to "watch out for black vans." I try to get my brother up, saying we have to hide, but he didn't believe me. As one of them walked up to the house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. Sometimes we leave our front door open for fresh air. After I did that, they left us alone for a while, but they were still watching us, watching our every move. I tried to call my mom, or 911, but I guess the men did something to our service too. So we hid and waited. Then I got the bright idea (why, dream me, why) of trying to run to the neighbors house and ask for help. My brother and I took the back door out, but the men were still encircled around the house. They got a hold of me, my brother escaped. They took me to this abandoned, overpopulated house that was in terrible shape. It was in the middle of downtown San Diego, I'm surprised no one saw it. By overpopulated I mean it was filled with other kids I knew, who were also all abducted. We were allowed to roam freely around the house, we just had two unofficial rules to live by. 1: Don't try to escape. 2: DON'T anger The King. We also had these weird tracker collars. They would send signals to The King, and he'd send his little men in black vans to go and kill us, and the black van men were everywhere in the outside world. Who is The King? He's the head honcho, the big kahuna of that house. No one knows who he is, or his motives. In fact, no one knew why we were taken here. Nothing bad was happening (yet), but we knew something sinister was brewing underneath. We were scared shitless. One day, The King revealed himself. He was a short, squatty man, but had the face of a sour lemon. He had a sword tucked in its sheath in his belt loop. He didn't announce him as The King, we just all kind of figured, since he looked way way older than the rest of us. He would just walk around the house, as if he was on patrol. If he didn't like the way you look, he'd kill you. If you attempted to kill him (many did), he'd make sure you die the most brutal death. He was terrifying. I avoided him at all costs. What I saw from him was unfathomable. A transgender boy was having a mental breakdown and wasn't in the right mind. He confronted The King, pleading on his knees that he'd let him go. The King looked down at the boy. "You want to be a boy right?" The kid looked up, a little taken back by this comment. "What does that have to do with anything!?" The kid responded with, getting more frustrated and angry. "I'll help you pass better as a boy." The King grabbed him by his fluffy, pretty-long-for-a-boy hair, and scalped him with his sword. Like, he cut off his hair, and scalp, so all you could see was his brain. He fell over dead. The King did all of this with such a deadpan face. He turned to the boy's body, spat on it, and muttered, "Tranny pig." Everyone watching, and there was a lot of them, turned away once The King turned to walk away. This man was a monster. I saw a lot of kids I knew there, who were from school, dance, the neighborhood, etc. I saw a girl I knew from school and cheer leading on the verge of death, anothr cheerleading classmate, who was also her best friend, cradling her, crying. The King shot the dying one in the thigh, because she tried to escape, leaving her to die slowly. It was pretty merciful, compared to the other methods of punishment. This broke my heart. The two most popular and joyous girls I knew were at utmost despair. Throughout the dream, I could only think about my parents and my brother. Flash forward to another day, I'm walking around the house, like usual, with the rest of the "herd" of abducted children, and I meet up with that one girl who was cradling and crying over her dying best friend. We talked a little, she's very damaged because of what happened to her best friend. She tells me we need to escape. That her friend's death cannot be in vain. I'm very reluctant, but I'm pretty fast on my feet. I agree. We climb over the wall, and run a couple meters from the house. I look back, and I understand why no one sees the kids, or anything that's occurring in that house. There's some sort of protection field that makes it still look like its abandoned from the outside. The sirens go off. Green lazor lights are everywhere. Those represent the locations of the Black Van Men. We make it as far as the freeway. We try to remove the collars but we can't. Then I wake up.

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