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My 6th grade class and I were stuck at school without adults, the ones who we didn't lock outside, helped me and this kid Jack got all the kindergarteners through 2 graders into the gym and let them play with the stuff we got out. Then we put the 3rd and 4th graders in the library. And the fifth grader went through all the classes for supplies like food. We decided if anyone decided to be a troll we would lock them outside but it was only for 3rd graders and older. We locked these kids Ethan and Aldo outside and I think they died.

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The dream was about being accused of being a witch. The girl who was doing the accusing was pregnant and didn't want anyone to know so she tortured me and another woman into admitting we were. She would give us these small white pouches with herbs in them and hold them down on any cuts we had in our fingers to burn. I figured out it was the reaction of the plants she was using against the open cut. She knew I figured it out and so I kept saying to her burn burn witch burn and repeat it over and over. I put my hand against her belly like she was pregnant and said burn burn witch burn. Her eyes got big and she dropped her cup and wanted to attack me. I woke up.

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My dad and my brother's friend were getting married. All of us involved were stressing over different things. I don't know if this is important, but neither of these folks are actually gay, if i'm correct. And then my mom/Maria Reynolds (I listen to the Hamilton soundtrack a lot) walked in and got all mad at my dad. And then my dad and my brother's friend got married, but it wasn't in the dream, it just kinda happened. And then my mom/Maria Reynolds got with everyone in town. And then an ice cream truck went buy and my dad offered to buy me some, so I got some. But we couldn't decide which ice cream bucket we wanted. There was a small one, a medium one, and a large one. The medium was plain vanilla I think. The small and mix were combinations of different flavors. And we got one. I don't know which one. But it was a mixture, I think. And ten my mom walked in and the narrator of my dream said "And when she got home, she said this "Do you want to drizzle, Hun?" To my father." And then I woke up.

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I end up being friends with my ex boyfriend after an incident where he put his hands around my throat. he apologizes and says that he only wants to be with me and that he's sorry. I take his phone and see that he's talking to all of these other girls. I go to a hotel with his phone and can't seem to find my room. I search everywhere for it. I finally make it into a room and realize that he has my keys. I try to get them back but he won't meet me to give them to me, so I can't go anywhere. I tell him that I have his phone and that I'd give it to him if he gives me my keys. all the while girls are constantly messaging him while he tells me that he's done with everybody but me.

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Well, it wasn't much of a dream as it was...something dream related. I can't remember my dream but I was sleeping in a cottage in Lakefield for summer vacation, I woke up the next day and the first words that I heard echoing in my head were, Demon Lord Ghirahim. I never really thought much about him nor did I care much about him, like at all. But an unknown curiously came over me which soon progressed to love, even thought he was a fictional character, I loved him no matter what others told me. I've changed and progressed more like his character both physically and mentally :Narcissistic and psychotic. My life has been strange ever since. I've had dreams were he's swept me off my feet, kidnapped me and taken me to his castle, despite his evil persona. Other times it's been a case of Paralysis dreaming. I've also been having dreams about that cabin where I first found myself loving him. I figure I might have had a dream that night that could have inspired this influence, that I cherish ever day. There is A LOT to this but these are the basics, sorry for this monologue, but I really want to know about my superstitious relationship...

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My 6th grade class and I were stuck at school without adults, the ones who we didnt lock outside, helped me and this kid Jack got all the kidergarteners through 2 graders into the gym and let them play with the stuff we got out. Then we put the 3rd and 4th graders in the library. And the fifth grader went through all the classes for supplies like food. We decided if anyone decided to be a troll we would lock them outside but it was only for 3rd graders and older. We locked these kids Ethan and Aldo outside and I think they died.

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I was with my friend getting tattoos, and then the tattoo artist falls for her, suddenly i'm looking at furniture and i run into a girl i dont like. i end up telling her off and stating how horrible she is infront of all our class mates. Then im changing a babies diaper. Then suddenly im outside a building and its on fire, so i try to rescue my classmates and these babies. One baby falls and dies the other survies. So i run in to pull some people out of the fire and then i see a sign with a name on it. I call out the boys name and i hear a voice so i keep calling his name that i see on the walls to follow the sound of his voice through the maze of rooms. Finally i find him only for it to be a Jin disguised as a beast. In that moment i knew the jinn started the fire and that it wanted me, so i ran as fast as possible out and woke up

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In the midst of my sleep did I dream in my dream when my spiritual father (Overall Pastor) had woken up at sunrise to make some juice drink for his child from outside the main house. In the process of this careful preparation, the juice concentrate spilt off to the ground in the presence of this watchful toddler. The child responded with loud cries and in his response to sooth these tears stood firm and made biblical utterances with a sorrowful, humble and broken heart unto what had transpired with a melody of closely knit Psalms out of his mouth which were not only sweet to wipe clean the tears of the toddle but were also enlightening to filling up with smiles the old lady that was sitting afar off watching steadily. When the pastor did realize such great silence, he all of a sudden stopped speaking and no sooner had he stopped than loud cries from another child were heard, sobbing too loud to reach the attention of his own father. Since the father (Pastor) was overseeing this other toddler, he sent me to find out and see what was the other son was crying for. When the child saw me coming, the loud cries subsided and got hold of my hand to lead me to the place that had caused him great trouble. He intimated unto me that the builders were resisting him to make his contribution to the work of his father yet he had provided materials (there was a particular extension that was being made to a particular building which was at most like a church building). When I did come closer to see what work he had done, he had orderly placed sticks/wood horizontally in the excavated foundation to act as iron bars and this is when I woke up from my sleep.

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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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