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I remember being at a fair, it seemed like a really old timey fair set in france or london because of the cobble stone roads and brick buildings. It was at night and I remember the sky being pure black with white speckles spread across it randomly. I specifically remember a wooden ferris wheel, maybe about 15 or 20 feet tall. Instead of carts though, it had wooden swings and for some reason I jumped on one as it was moving. There was a really overweight bald guy with a black shirt on facing me on the other swing and I felt scared. I was like kneeling on the swing as the ferris wheel was moving. I remember looking down to the ground below me and being afraid. I got off and went to go sit with my friends Dennis and Danovis at a white dainty circle table. Dennis had a really expensive camera and was trying to take a picture of me and Donavis but couldn’t get the flash to turn on. I said I would help and took his camera and somehow went to the gallery and discovered that every picture on Dennis’s camera was of me which was really creepy because there was over 100 pictures. That’s all remember when I woke up.

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A few explorers and I discover an underground church that is flooded up to our waists and is very dark. As we enter the underground church a dead body pops up from under the water, at first we are startled, but then we move forward. As we enter the main chamber, we see that there are chains wrapped around the pews, rafters, pretty much everything. When look up to the front of the main chamber above the preachers podium and we see a girl. The girl is drenched in darkness, pretty much like the girl from the movie "The Ring", she is crying and we notice that the chain is attached to a collar around her neck. We talk to her and get her to stop crying. At this time, light shines through to the church and all of a sudden all the towns people are in the church helping untangle the girls chain and release her, as well as my wife and new born baby (which I do not have either in real life). During one point of untangling her, my conscience becomes her, and I am now her swinging through the rafters to untangle myself. Once untangled, my conscience goes back to myself. We break the chain loose from the collar, she instantly flies across the room and grabs my newborn baby from my wife and she threatens to kill it. We subdue her and get the baby from her. Then, while holding a crucifix close to her, but not touching her, the preacher tells her that she should become a christian. We flash forwards in the not too distant future, and she is now living with my wife and I, and she seems to be well. We go to a fitness center to do yoga, but she overhears some kids on the basketball court making fun of her. So, she goes to the basketball court, turns into some kind of monster with a huge spike coming out of her stomach, and kills the kids. We fast forward into the future again, and she has now transformed herself into a beautiful blonde woman, which I end up falling in love with and leaving my wife for.

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I was traveling through the Middle East, a rare sight of a woman alone with her children. Everywhere we went, small children with large, dark, haunted eyes would watch my son and daughter as they laughed easily, teased each other and tried to talk to one another in Arabic from a small red phrasebook. One day we sat on a hot, dusty, crowded train. As the vista flashed by outside the window, a young boy, close to the same age as my son, sat across from us with his father. He watched quietly, seriously, as my children giggled, poked at one another and pointed out goats, mountains and beautiful rolling dunes awash in browns, soft pinks and ochers. My daughter turned to the boy and spoke a short phrase to him - "Hello; how are you?" - and suddenly he smiled, huge brown eyes lighting up and his face transformed into that of a beautiful and carefree young man. He began to answer when his father, eyes flashing, gave him a sharp reprimand in the universal language that every parent understands, the tone conveying words I understood in a language I could not. The boy cast his eyes downward. I looked at the man and attempted his language. "I'm sorry and it is not my business yet...why is it not alright for our children to speak with one another?" He looked at me and, with a small sigh, said "Our children are not the same." I said, "We are not wealthy people; you have no reason to dislike us." He barked a short laugh and said, "You, wealthy? You have riches. We -" he pointed at his breast, "we have wealth. We have the wealth that comes from true knowledge of our Creator, of our thousands of years of history, of our struggles. Of our losses. Of our families, of our heritage, of our culture. Your children have riches. Riches of the promise of a future. My son has wealth. But the promise of a future...?" He raised his arms heavenward in a fatalistic gesture and slowly turned his head to look out the window of the train. His proud face looked resigned yet strangely at peace. I woke up with tears running down my face.

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