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Im driving frantically with a man in a suit I dont know in the passanget seat. Were on a two lane highway with light snow blowing across it. Its very cold outside. We turn left into a hotel/motel with lots of cars in the parking lot. It feels like the middle of the week, and its suprising theres so many people here. Much of my family is here, including grandparents that arent with us anymore. Therez a pool here, and a wide hallway leading to a parking garage. Flash forward to the next morning, very early. Still dark, and very cold. I walk into the parking garage and down the ramp to the entrance to smoke. Im looking out into the parking lot in front, and past it to the highway. Theres nobody else out. No cars driving. Its cold, and lightly snowing. I see movement in between the cars, something tall popping up, then back down. I feel as though I made a noise and the thing to notice of me, and I heard a strange galloping. Its tall. Then its in full view heading for me. Its a horse. Well, half a horse, with no eyes or mouth. Its texture seems synthetic, like cloth, not organic, like flesh. It has two bony legs and another head exactly like the first one opposite of the one in the front thats uprite. I start to run back up the ramp to where the parking garage meets the hotel. As Im running I hear the hooves hitting closer, and closer. Im running as fast as I can and I look to my left and its right next to me. Both heads have flowing black hair. Notes: It all feels almost post- apocalyptic. Everyones there because theyre running from something. Maybe this horse/creature. People referred to it as "bill the horse"

Dreams of getting shot in the chest and dying: I had a dream where I was in like a police raid and was shot by an officer with a shotgun...one shot to the chest, boom. My cousin ray is by my side and he sticks with me while the ambulance comes...I can feel the hole in my body bleeding, I see the blood run over the ground where my face is and I pass out...I wake up in a hospital gown, still kinda bleeding but I'm not in the hospital, I try to get up and walk then I woke up...it was so vivid, wat does it mean???

In my dream, I am a blonde. I'm in a prison cell, yet the room around my cell resembles that of a salon. Outside my cell are my "parents" arguing. The mother asks him how he could have kept my imprisonment from her. In my hand is a gray cellphone and a voicemail is playing and it said something like "Take a left at the door. Right down the hall. *There was a pause* Pretty..." and then it ended. My cell is now unlocked and I walk to the door of the salon, with the phone held to my ear. Suddenly, it's an old-fashioned tape-recorder, playing a different, but similar message as I walk down the sidewalk. Looking around the corner, I see a bald, buff man in a suit, I can't make out his face though. The recording says "Take a left down the hall. See the man. His name is Dog. Your nails look pretty." Turning, I run out onto the parking lot towards my dad (he is my real-life dad this time). He sees that I am scared and walks towards the direction of "Dog." That's all I can remember.

In real life, I am a brunette, but in my dream, I am a blonde. I'm in a prison cell, yet the room around my cell resembles that of a salon. Outside my cell are my "parents" arguing. The mother asks him how he could have kept my imprisonment from her. In my hand is a gray cellphone and a voicemail is playing and it said something like "Take a left at the door. Right down the hall. *There was a pause* Pretty..." and then it ended. My cell is now unlocked and I walk to the door of the salon, with the phone held to my ear. Suddenly, it's an old-fashioned tape-recorder, playing a different, but similar message as I walk down the sidewalk. Looking around the corner, I see a bald, buff man in a suit, I can't make out his face though. The recording says "Take a left down the hall. See the man. His name is Dog. Your nails look pretty." Turning, I run out onto the parking lot towards my dad (he is my real-life dad this time). He sees that I am scared and walks towards the direction of "Dog." That's all I can remember.

The dream begins in a new empty house my parents are about to move in to. As I look around, I walk into an open closet and on the floor is a black-crystal crucifix necklace with a silver chain. The necklace is beautiful and I assume the person/persons that lived there before must have left it behind. I put it on. I'm then in school, the class is letting out. Standing in the crowded hall are two male detectives talking to my professor when he points in my direction. The two detectives come toward me, they ask about my necklace and how I've come to find it. I tell them, explaining I'd found it in my parent's new home. They then show me a picture. The picture is of a young woman who looks almost identical to me, only her hair is lighter and she is a little thinner, also, she is wearing the necklace. One of the detectives tell me that she has been missing and if I have any clues as to her whereabouts to come forward. I of course say yes, but get the feeling that they think I might be involved. Later that night, I'm in my dorm. I hear my name being called and curiously, I investigate. As I'm walking down the long hall, the large windows of the dormitory reflect not me, but the girl from the photo. I am incredibly freaked out, but retain a calm composure. The voice eventually leads me into the girl's restroom. And there, standing beside the bathroom stall is the girl from the photo. I tell her about the detectives looking for her earlier and that she needed to come forth because they think I had something to do with it. We have an exchange and out of frustration, I end up yelling at the girl. She smiles and pushes me back saying: “I want you to know, you're talking to yourself.” And standing there alone in the bathroom staring into the mirror above the sink is only me. I scream, running down the halls of this dormitory. As I'm running I can still see that girl being my reflection in the windows. As this is happening, I can also hear indistinct chatter of multiple voices running together. I then fall to the floor holding my ears sobbing. I look up at the door to the supposed dormitory in front of me that reads: WARD. I then realize that I am not in college, that what I'm in isn't a dormitory at all, it's a mental institution. I have never been in college, nor have I ever been institutionalized.

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