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We wer asleep in my bedroom my boyfriend heard a noise in closet so he walked iver to closet an something started pulling him up an as he was being pulled up he kicked off red an white tennis shoes he thre away bout a month ago an I could see a brownleg walking in attic an then there was a man in bed with me that looked just like my boyfriend an I asked him what happened he said they were taking him an did an my son came in an kicked him because he bent over in front of him

I am with a tall fair skined white man with reddish brown hair and a mustache. he is a cop arround my age. his love and affection for me is strong and adores me. i hear his voice and all my sences like touch and feel are so real. i am always by the ocean on a windy cloudy day.i feel the wind through my hair and skin.and smell the salty sea air.he kisses my lips so passionately.i kiss him back. our love is very powerful.i feel it in my heart. my husband is near and knows how i feel but is afraid to come out of hiding and let me go.

So I was dreaming about an owl and a cat. I feel we were playing around a bit. Then I noticed something on the Owl's wing. He spread it out for me and I could see that on the inside of the wing there were some brown markings and they were not really clear to me. I realized after that the markings were pawn marks from the cat. After that I burst into laughing because I made some realization about the cat marking having to be there. I woke up laughing after that. I felt really happy as I've never woken up laughing before.

One of my dogs had been killed. then another one of my dogs had a deep cut in her poor and it wouldn't stop bleeding she was going to die, I tried to stop the bleeding but it didn't work. all I could feel was guilt and regret when I cant recall actually being responsible. a lady who is pretty and was wearing nice clothes and brown hair like mine was bragging about her designer purse and I went crazy I had turned into a psychopath and I picked up a guarded fork screaming. the wired thing is so did she and she was going to stab me first but I beat her to it and she died. I felt terrible like a new person.

I was in a school gymnasium. shiny floors of the basketball court... red and white line markers on the floor of the court. i am standing in the middle of the gymnasium, the bleachers are full of people. I can see them, notice their clothes and feel that I know who they are... however, I cannot see any of their faces. They have blank faces. Like skin pulled down over them or something. No features, just flat skin colored faces.They do have their hair, I believe... though none stood out that I recall. In front of me is a man in all black. pants, long sleeves, and a black ski mask. He has a knife... a jagged edge knife like a hunting knife or something. He is repeatedly stabbing my mother who is hunched over and dressed in some sort of dress or long skirt and long sleeves. I cannot see my mothers face but I knew it was her. I start screaming and trying to run towards them but cannot move. All of a sudden, an old friend from school 3-12th grade friend, Cory was beside me with his arm around me as though he were comforting me. His face was the only one I could see in the whole nightmare. All of a sudden, my mother drops to the floor and lots of blood. The man swings his head up and looks at me straight in the eyes. I can see his medium brown almond shaped eyes. the skin around them was of a light brown color. He lunged towards me to come after me and I was able to turn and run - this is where I woke up. When I woke up, I was hysterical and as if in another world. one that I couldnt get out of. My roommates say I satt in the closet for three days. Rocking and crying and talking about my mother being dead and that he was coming for me. All I remember is that anytime I would close my eyes, it would continue so I didnt want to go to sleep. The next thing I know, or realize, or came to... so to speak... I was standing in the kitchen cooking macaroni on the stove and my friend was standing there looking at me and asking what I was doing. I dont remember coming out of this state at all. If three people hadnt told me and were all very serious about the fact that I had been in the closet freaking out for three days and nobody could calm me down or get me out of that place or state I was in.... I wouldnt believe it. I didnt think I had been there for three days, nor did I remember a lot of what they said I was doing... All I know is what I felt and what seemed so real to me to this day. I usually dont remember details like these from my dreams/nightmares... this one didnt feel like a dream... it felt like reality. people continue to tell me it was only a dream, but all I can say is that I have never had a dream feel like this or put me into such a scary and helpless place. I never EVER want to go there again. This was when I was 18yrs old. Since, my mother has passed from alcoholism when I was 33.I am 40 now.

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