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My dream first took place in home depot, but the home depot was the bedroom of a girl I know. The girl would walk around and say there is never any alone time. Then my dream jumped to the pizza restaurant Sakis across from Johnson and wales where a lady who looked like my mom was working and gave me free food. Then my dream jumped back into a store where I walked through the flower section with a girl and then walked out into the parking lot to where a kid I knew was trying to run away from me so I caught up to him and he forgot who I was. We then both got into a car and I was trying to calm the kid down. Then a lady in the car next to us called someone on her cell phone and I went to look and the kid jumped out of the car and turned into a cat and ran away.

It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

I was at an old train stain like from WWII. I was alone. There was no music. I kept wandering aimlessly. I looked up and saw a friend of mine who had passed away 2 weeks ago. He looked s solid as a regular person. His arms were out he voiced "Hug me!". I ran to hug him. As soon as I got near him he vanished. Faded away like smoke. It happened again and again. I started to get upset and confused. I looked behind me to see and old steam train. It was empty. I entered the train and sat down at a table with 2 chairs either side.A member of staff in a blue uniform came and gave me tea. The uniform looked like a blue jumpsuit. My friend joined me sitting across from me. This time he had a hospital gown on with a brown leather jacket over it. He asked me how I was. I replied " I'm okay. I just can't believe you're gone." To which he said, " I'm not really gone. I'm still here." He got up and went back out onto the platform. I followed behind him. He was in his regular clothes again.I saw across from us was his mum, sisters, and grandfather. They were all wearing black. Like they'd just gone to a funeral. His sisters had black mascara running down their faces.My friend went over and hugged them. His family just walked off the station like nothing had happened. Then his best friend showed up. They we interacting like he'd never passed. Skateboarding; joking around, etc. I went up to his friend and said "You know he's not really there right?" to which he said "I know but that doensn't mean we can't be happy for him." I woke up crying my eyes out. The dream was so real. It felt like I was really there.

I was with a sister and a friend. Their faces were blurry, so I couldn't recognize them at all. I just knew who they were. We were in my grandparents old house, and it was a perfect match to what it was in real life. My parents were upstairs sleeping, and us 3 stayed downstairs until later. We saw on the news that morning that it was the "Night of the Savannah" and to take caution. We looked it up, and found that it was a creature that visited your house at night and tried to hurt you. That night, we were turning off the lights to head upstairs. We all walked out to the dining room from the kitchen, and my sister was attacked by a large black shadow with bright white eyes. It squeezed her, shook her, and she screamed. The more she screamed, the more she was hurt. My friend fled to the living room, and the shadow then did the same to her. I ran and smacked the shadow, and it turned on me. It grabbed a hold of my neck, and every time I screamed louder it squeezed harder. Eventually, I grabbed its neck and it began screaming as well. An ear piercing, horrible scream. It wouldn't die, my friend and sister started shooting it and stabbing it. I wound up slamming my hand over it's mouth and it stopped screaming, and then started to fade into dust. My sister and friend were beating and shooting at the air, and I was still screaming, feeling like something was still touching me.

I was on an action movie set, with two famous actors and Sean Connery as superstar. The two actors were really confident but arrogant, and I was very reserved and humble, just trying to do my job. The scene foresaw a helicopter bombarding us, However, it turned out that the helicopter was bombarding us for real. The two actors went panic; I tried to distract the helicopter, allowing them to escape. I eventually managed to find an escape through a safe secret rout, so all of us were safe. We were happy to be alive, and Sean Connery came to me telling:"You have courage kid. You truly have courage, I would not have done any better."

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 ***** 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

I was stuck in this sky scraper if you didn't follow the peoples rules there you were sent "upstairs" which nobody ever returned from. They sent my sister up there. I looked out a window and saw many buildings. The lady said that our parents could come tomorrow and get us but my mom and dad didn't know they had to come get me so I went to call her and the lady tried to take my phone and I freaked out and started running there was a huge crowd of people when I got to the bottom floor so I waded threw them and ran to the door and the lady almost got my arm but for some reason she couldn't go outside.

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